214 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Oft in our beamy walks by night. 
With fancy’s influence fraught, 
While gazing on thy face of light. 
All radiant with thought, 
I’ve deemed thou wert that long-lost star, 
Bright Pleione’s birth, 
That, pitying, from thy home afar. 
Came down to gladden earth. 
For sure thy young heart’s purity. 
Its passions and its powers. 
Are all too perfect, love, to be 
Of this frail world of ours. 
Therefore I loved thee, as one might 
A bird by angels given. 
Within whose bosom dwells the light 
Of innocence and heaven! 
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Pea Blossom.— L arthyrus. — Fickleness. 
We in vain the fickle sex pursue, 
Who change the constant lover for a new. — Prior. 
Polyanthus. — Primula Polyanthus. — Confidence. 
Be as just and gracious unto me, 
As I am confident and kind to thee. — Shaks. 
Primrose. — Primula Yeris. — Unpatronised Merit. 
Be thou the first true merit to befriend ; 
His praise be lost who waits till all commend. — Pope. 
Primrose, Evening. — (Enothera.— Pleasures of memory. 
Still the fond lover views his absent maid. — Rogers . 
