Majestic flower! How purely beautiful Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green, Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full, Thou standest like a high-born forest queen Among thy maidens clustering round so fair, I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding, And look into thy depths, to image there A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding, And while thy breeze floats oer thee, matchless flower, I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong, That comes like incense from thy petal-bower; My fancy roams those southern woods along, Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among The unsunned leaves thy large white flower-cups hung! C. P. CranchPoem to the Magnolia Grandiflora.