Primrose, and Phlox, and Clytie (as I call The lady Sunflower, never to forget The faithful nymph she was — ah, yes, is yet!), These sway unto its heartsome rise-and-fall With ivies undulating up the wall; And thought, to inarticulate rhythm set, Joins harmony, while far the World's vain fret And discord dreamwise vanish from it all. |