THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 231 . 
Oh! why is she so beautiful ? 
I cannot blame his choice. 
Nor can I doubt she will be won 
By that beguiling voice. 
"ST. 
Yarrow. — Achillea Milefolium.— To Cure. 
Who loves, raves — ’tis youth’s frenzy — but the cure 
Is bitterer still. — Byron . 
“ €mt m Shll.” 
Oh, for one hour, one blissful hour. 
Like those my young heart knew. 
When all my dreams of future joy 
From love their coloring drew ; 
I deemed affection then might be 
The very life of life to me, 
Alas! ’twas source of every ill. 
And yet — the cure is bitterer still. 
I loved — oh, fearful is the strength 
Of woman’s love combined 
With all the spirit’s high-wrought powers, 
The energies of mind : 
