THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
1 
“ To him Zulieka’s eye was turned, 
But little from his aspect learned ; 
****** 
Thrice paced she slowly through the room, 
And watched his eye — it still was fixed : 
She snatched the urn, wherein was mixed 
The Persian Atar-guTs perfume, 
And sprinkled all its odours o’er 
The pictured roof and marbled floor: 
The drops, that through his glittering vest 
The playful girl’s appeal addressed, 
Unheeded o’er his bosom flew, 
As if that breast were marble too. 
‘,What sullen yet ? it must not be— 
Oh ! gentle Selim this from thee '{' 
She saw in curious order set 
The fairest flower of Eastern land— 
‘ He loved them once — may touch them yet 
If offered by Zuleika’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 j 
It says to-night he will prolong, 
For Selim’s ear his sweetest song ; 
And though his note is somewhat sad, 
He’ll try for once a strain more glad, 
156 B 
