22 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 



She saw in curious order set 



The fairest flowers of Eastern land 

 'He loved them once may touch them yet, 



If offered by Zulieka's hand/ 

 The childish thought was hardly breathed 

 Before the rose was plucked and wreathed ; 

 The next fond moment saw her seat 

 Her fairy form at Selim's feet : 

 This rose, to calm my brother's cares, 

 A message from the Bulbul bears ; 

 It says to-night he will prolong, 

 For Selim's ear the sweetest song; 

 And though his note is somewhat sad, 

 He'll try for once a strain more glad, 

 With some faint hope his altered lay, 

 May sing these gloomy thoughts away/ 

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He lived he breathed he moved he felt 

 He raised the maid from where she knelt; 

 His trance was gone his keen eye shone 

 With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt; 

 With thoughts that burn in rays that melt/' 



BYRON. 



Let us present our readers with another picture, 

 somewhat similar to the first, only that the grief 

 is here deeper and more irremediable : 



"She lived on alms, and carried in her hand 

 Some withered stalks she gathered in the spring; 



