Charlotte Smith - To the Goddess of Botany lyrics

Of Folly weary, shrinking from the view Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take All peace from humble life; I would forsake Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swollen eyes, Among your silent shades of soothing hue, Your "bells and florets of unnumbered dyes" Might rest--and learn the bright varieties That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; And every veinéd leaf that trembling sighs In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, Or stream from coral rocks beneath the ocean's waves.