272 ARBOR DAY 



FLOWERS 



BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 



O PROSERPINA, 



For the flowers now, that frighted, thou let'st fall 

 From Dis's wagon! daffodils, 

 That come before the swallow dares, and take 

 The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, 

 But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, 

 Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, 

 That die unmarried, ere they can behold 

 Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady 

 Most incident to maids; bold ox-lips, and 

 The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds. 

 The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, 

 To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend, 

 To strew him o'er and o'er! 



A PITCHER OF MIGNONETTE 



BY HENRY CUYLER BUNNER 



A PITCHER of mignonette 

 In a tenement's highest casement 



Queer sort of flower-pot yet 



That pitcher of mignonette 



Is a garden in heaven set, 

 To the little sick child in the basement 



The pitcher of mignonette, 



In the tenement's highest casement. 



