NYMPH AND ZEPHYR:
A STATUARY GROUP, BY WESTMACOTT.
And the summer sun shone in the sky,
And the rose's whole life was in its sigh,
When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam,
And the Nymph rose up from her moonlit dream;
For she had watch'd the midnight hour
Till her head had bow'd like a sleeping flower;
But now she had waken'd, and light and dew
Gave her morning freshness and morning hue,—
Up she sprang, and away she fled
O'er the lithe grass stem and the blossom's head,
