Five Fancies: _I. The Gladiolas_, 87 _II. The Morning-Glories_, 88 _III. The Tiger-Lily_, 89 _IV. Vengeance_, 90 _V. A Dead Lily_, 92 There lay in a vale 'twixt lone mountains A garden entangled with flowers, Where the whisper of echoing fountains Stirred softly the musk-breathing bowers. Where torrents cast down from rock-masses, From caverns of red-granite steeps, With thunders sonorous clove passes And maddened dark gulfs with rash leaps, With the dolorous foam of their leaps.…
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