Throw hither all your quaint enamelld eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attird woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.