text:  No birds except as birds of passage flew; No bee was known to hum no dove to coo: No streams as amber smooth as amber clear Were seen to glide or heard to warble here: Rebellion's spring which thro' the country ran Furnish'd with bitter draughts the steady clan: No flow'rs embalm'd the air but one White Rose Which on the tenth of June by instinct blows By instinct blows at morn and when the shades Of drizzly eve prevail by instinct fades