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FRAGMENTS.
Some formed of the silver leaf
Of the almond, bright and brief,
Just a frail and lovely thing,
For but one hour's flourishing;
Others, on whose shaft there glows
The red beauty of the rose;
Some in spring's half-folded bloom,
Some in summer's full perfume;
Some with withered leaves and sere,
Falling with the falling year;
Some bright with the rainbow-dyes
Of the tulip's vanities;
Some, bound with the lily's bell,
Breathe of love, that dares not tell
Its sweet feelings; the dark leaves
Of the esignum[1], which grieves
- ↑ as noted in the Literary Gazette, this should read 'ocynum'
