288 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Circe's beverage, is supposed to have been the 
root of the wild Rue. 
Mourning, Weeping Willow. Page 44. 
, Cypress. Page 216. 
Music, Reeds. Pan, who was in love with the 
beautiful Syrinx, was pursuing her one day on 
the bank of the river Ladon in Arcadia. The 
Nymph implored the help of the river, which re- 
ceived her into its waters, and transformed her 
into a cluster of Reeds. Pan cut several of the 
stalks of these Reeds of different lengths, and 
with them is said to have constructed the shep- 
herd's pipe. 
My Bane, My Antidote, White Poppy. Page 
167. 
My best days are past, Meadow Saffron. Page 
204. 
My regrets follow you to the grave, Asphodel. In 
ancient times, the Asphodel was planted near 
tombs, and it was thought that beyond the Ache- 
ron the shades of the deceased wandered in a vast 
field of Asphodels, and drank the oblivious waters 
of Lethe. 
Night, Night Convolvulus. There are several 
