And veils, such hues as deck the sky when day is ebbing fast;
While far and near tall marjoram bedeck'd the fairy ground,
Loading with sweets the vagrant winds that frolick'd all around. —J. A. St. John.
Semos. (Book xiv. § 2, p. 979.)
Poor mortal unmerry, who seekest to know
What will bid thy brow soften, thy quips and cranks flow,
To the house of the mother I bid thee repair—
Thou wilt find, if she's pleased, what thy heart covets there. —J. A. St. John.