A modest gaze, like eyes of a young maiden,
Shining beneath dropp'd lids, the evening of her wedding.
Drake.
27. A tulip just open'd, offering to hold
A butterfly gaudy and gay,
Or rocking its cradle of crimson and gold,
Where the careless young slumberer lay.
Miss Gould.
28. She comes—the first, the fairest thing
That heaven upon the earth doth fling,