Who shall even dare
To say, we sprang not there—
And came not down that Love might bring one piece of heaven the more?
O! pray believe that angels
From those blue dominions,
Brought us in their white laps down, ’twixt their golden pinions.
Leigh Hunt.
ALPINE FLOWERS.
Meek dwellers 'mid yon terror-stricken cliffs!
With brows so pure, and incense-breathing lips,