WILD FLOWEBS OF JUNE. 

 (CONTINUED.) 



CHAP. XIII. 



FLOWERY SIMILES ADAPTED TO USE. ADVENTURE ON THE 

 BRECON MOUNTAIN. RAMBLE IN GLYN NEATH. THE 

 POPPY ANNOUNCES THE APPROACH OF THE SOLSTITIAL 

 FLORALIA. THE YELLOW IRIS AND OTHER ATTENDANT 

 FLOWERS. GRASSES OF VARIOUS KINDS. LEGENDARY 

 AND BOTANICAL ACCOUNT OF THE ROSE ITS SPECIES 

 AND VARIETIES SYMBOLS AND SENTIMENTS CONNECTED 

 WITH THE SUBJECT. SYNOPSIS OF THE BRITISH SPECIES 

 OF ROSE. 



" I dreamt that at even a white mist arose 



Where the hedge-row Brambles twist ; 

 I thought that my love was a sweet wild Rose 

 And I the silvery mist ! 



I dreamt that my love was a sweet wild Pea 



All cover'd with purple bloom ; 

 And I, methought, was an amorous bee 



That lov'd the rich perfume. 



Again I was where the moon did line 



The forest with silver bright ; 

 I thought that my love waa a wild woodbine 



And I a zephyr light." 



ANON. 



Flowery similes have ever been eagerly appropri- 

 ated by the poet in every age, and the anonymous 

 bard just quoted is not deficient in boldness of idea. 

 "Why should not the Botanical Explorator who of 



