And all the mowers rising said, "The world has lost its dewy prime; Alas!

here come otherspoor people in ragged clotheswomen with nurslings in their armstottering old menthey all bend dewy eyes on me.

As winds let loose From the dark caverns of the blustering god, They burst away, and sweep the dewy lawn.

It is struck down presently; tied to a broken pike-staff, it rises again, while a chaos of armor and plumes, black and orange, blue and red, torn laces and tossing feathers, powder-stains and blood-stains, fills the dewy morning with terror, and opens the June Sunday with sin.

She was like a little flower that in its crannied nook keeps dewy longest.

Day sets in glory, and the glowing air Seems dreaming in delight; peace reigns around, Save where some beetle starteth here and there From the shut flowers that kiss the dewy ground A burning ocean, stretching vast and far

Soon Aurora left her early pillow, And the heavens grew rosy-rich, and rare; Laughed the dewy plain and glassy billow, For the Golden God himself was there;

The bearded moss clustered like a thousand little brown pin-cushions upon the old thatch, and older stones; and sometimes the polyanthus and primrose, planted beside it by some child who loved to look at flowers, would close their eyes and lay their dewy checks upon the moss's breast at evening.

But now the sun With orient beams had chased the dewy night From earth and heaven; all nature stood disclosed:

"Ah! my | heart is | ever | waiting, Waiting | for the | May, Waiting | for the | pleasant | rambles Where the | fragrant | hawthorn | brambles, With the | woodbine | alter | -nating, Scent the | dewy | way.

Plant all the flowery banks with lavender, With store of savory scent the fragrant air; Let running betony the field o'erspread, And fountains soak the violet's dewy bed.

Go seek the turf where Mano lies, And woo the dewy clouds of spring, To sweep it with prolific wing.

305 Fair CISTA, rival of the rosy dawn, Call'd her light choir, and trod the dewy lawn; Hail'd with rude melody the new-born May, As cradled yet in April's lap she lay.

Faint streaks of purple soon blushed along the sky; the whole celestial concave was filled with the inflowing tides of the morning light, which came pouring down from above in one great ocean of radiance; till at length, as we reached the Blue Hills, a flash of purple fire blazed out from above the horizon, and turned the dewy tear-drops of flower and leaf, into rubies and diamonds.

Feathery asparagus and the crispness of tender lettuce waved dewy greetings from every railroad-side; green peas crested the racing waves of Long Island Sound, and unnumbered carrots of gold sprang up in the wake of the ploughing steamer; till I was wellnigh drunk with the new wine of my own purple vintage.

At our feet the deodars, still dark with the shadow of night, crept up the dewy slope upon whose top we stood.