... Or dew to the unconscious flowers. ran forget her melting prayer Whi leaping madly fly. Bnt in the still, unbroken air Her g-utle tone comes stealing by. And years, and Btn, and manhood flee, Aod leave mother** knee. The nature, and the print Of beauty on the hlsperlng sea. Give aye to some lineament Of what have been taught be. My heart Is harder, and perhap* manliness hath drunk up tears, ...