164 THE SWEET-PEA. 



O'er which Love has breathed a power and spell 

 The truth of whispering hope to tell. 



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And with scarlet poppies around like a bower, 



Found the maiden her mystic flower. 



Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell 



If my lover loves me, and loves me well ; 



So may the fall of the morning dew 



Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue. 



L. E. L, 



THE SWEET-PEA. 



From the charms this flower displays both in fragrance 

 and colour it has become the emblem of Delicate Pleasure. 



These delicacies, 

 I mean of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruit, and flowers. 



MILTON. 



Here are sweet-peas on tip-toe for a flight. 

 The wings of gentle flush, o'er delicate white. 

 And taper fingers catching at all things 

 To bind them all about with tiny rings. 



KEATS. 



