WHITE FOXGLOVE 75 



Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves, 

 And the broom's betrothed to the 



bee ; 



But I will plight with dainty rose, 

 For fairest of all is she. 



THOMAS HOOD. 



WHITE FOXGLOVE 



WHITE foxglove, by an angle in the wall, 



Secluded, tall, 



No vulgar bees 



Consult you, wondering 



If such a dainty thing 



Can give them ease. 



Yet what was that ? Sudden a breeze 



From the far moorland sighed, 



And you replied, 



Quiv'ring a moment with a thrill 



Sweet, but ineffable. 



Was it a kiss that sought you from the bowers 



Of happier flowers, 



And did not heed 



Accessible loveliness, 



And with a quaint distress 



Hinted the need, 



And paused and trembled for its deed, 



And so you trembled, too, 



No roseate hue 



Revealing how the alarmed sense 



Blushed quick intense ? 



