ADDRESSED TO MISS S — — .

When Flora decks the mantling bowers
In elegant array,
And scatters all her opening flowers,
A compliment to May!

With glowing joy my bosom beats,
I gaze delighted round,
And wish to see the various sweets
In one rich nosegay bound.

'Tis granted — and their bloom display'd
To bless my wondering view;
I see them all — my beauteous maid,
I see them all in — You.