I
ED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand,
I
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass,
And what a wonder came to
The heads soon raised themselves once more.
The stalks were blooming as before,
And all were in as good a
As when they left their native place. So felt I, when I wond'ring
My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.
