216 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Privet. — Ligustrum. — Mildness. 
You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings fol- 
low such creatures. — Shaks. 
Peach Blossom. — AmygdalusPersica. — I am your captive. 
No warning of the approaching flame. 
Swiftly, like sudden death it came; 
I loved the moment I beheld. — Granville . 
Seasons for ifrrbmg. 
BY WM. CULLEN BRYANT. 
Dost thou idly ask to hear 
At what gentle seasons 
Nymphs relent, when lovers near 
Press the tenderest reasons ? 
Ah, they give their faith too oft 
To the careless woer ; 
Maidens hearts are always soft, 
Would that men’s were truer! 
Woo the fair one, when around 
Early birds are singing; 
When o’er the fragrant ground 
Early flowers are springing ; 
When the brookside, bank and grove 
All with blossoms laden. 
Shine with beauty, breathe of love — 
Woo the timid maiden. 
