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December 3. 
FRENCH WILLOW. — Constancy. 
Go, bid the needle his dear North forsake, 
To which, with trembling reverence, it does bend ; 
Go, bid the stones a journey upward make ; 
Go, bid the ambitious liame no more ascend ; 
And when these false to their old motions prove, 
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone to love. 
Cowley. 
December 4. 
FLOWER-DE-LUCE. — I am burning with love. 
I love thee, — and I live ! The Moon, 
Who sees me from her calm above, 
The Wind, who weaves her dim, soft tune 
About me, know how much I love ! 
Nought else, save night, and the lonely hour, 
E’er heard my passion wild and strong ; 
Even thou yet deem’st not of thy power, 
Unless thou read’st aright my song ! 
Barry Cornwall. 
