flora’s dial. 169 
SUmmlxer 10. 
CARNATION. — Disdain. 
Talk not to me of love ! 
The deer that dies 
Knows more of love than I, 
Who seek the skies. 
Strive not to hind my soul 
With chains of clay ! 
I scorn thy poor control ; 
Away ! away ! 
Barry Cornwall 
EDmmber 20. 
CARDINAL FLOWER. — Distinction. 
Oh, give me matchless eloquence, 
And words of thrilling fire ; 
And with the breath of poesy, 
My panting breast inspire. 
I would not lay me in the grave 
The being of a day, 
To join the crowd of nameless dead, 
As nameless as are they. 
