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Show TH CROCUS. la aLeltered corners and shady plac The wasting snows of the vric ter 11, But there is a token of coming roses i . In the tender pink of the sunset sky. Above the duk of the windy orest Tho young March moon ia silvery cold. Come, love, and lean on the gate heside na, And I will tell yon a legend old. A Jealous wizard with whitened tresea " Beheld a maiden with yellow Lair, And seized her form in bis frosty fingers,. And bore her far to his icy lair. He bound her fast in a sleep enchanted. And hid her deep in a grave of gloom. Till over the purple seas came sailing A slender prince, with a pale green plume. From the withered grass and earth abovn her He brushed the wreaths of the snow asde And slew the wizard, whose name was Wu ter, And she rose from tho tomb to be his br ids, I.toU! There she stands by the broken ire Hi Where budding sprays of the ivy cling, X'orthe captive ujaid-s'g'Llie golden crocus) Her gallant lover, the prince, is SpringI -Kiuoa Irving in Wort.hington's Magazine. |