Of a November morn, like love in death.
Lady Flora Hastings.
35. The peony, with drooping head,
Which blows a transient hour,
And gently shaken in the breeze,
Descends a crimson shower.
Miss Maria James.
36. The blue fleur-de-lis, in the warm sunlight shining,
As if grains of gold in its petals were set.