The ROSEMARY and FIELD FLOWER.
I.
Upon the fam’d HYPANIS’ banks,
By chance, in days of yore,
A tuft of Rosemary there grew,
Which scented all the shore.
II.
And near at hand a Field-flow’r rear
Its variegated head;
And view’d full many a spacious track,
With dreary desarts spread.
III.
But where the river roll’d its stream,
Unnumber’d insects swarm’d;
Which rose in myriads into life,
By PHŒBUS’ influence warm’d.