Æglamour. HERE! she was wont to go! and here! and here! Just where those Daisies, Pinks, and Violets grow: The world may find the spring just by following her; For other print her airy steps ne'er left: Her treading would not bend a blade of Gra**!
Or shake the downy Blow-Ball from his Stalk! But like the soft West Wind, she shot along, And where she went, the Flowers took thickest Root, As she had sow'd'em with her odorous Foot.