230 THE ASSOCIATIONS OF FLOWERS 
we prize in this country. The French call this flower 
“ Reine Marguerite,” or queen daisy. The chrysanthe- 
mums (literally, flowers of gold) are valuable winter 
flowers, with their delicious scent. In the language of 
flowers they signify “Do not leave me;” and this mean- 
ing is more significant than many things expressed by 
floral symbols, as they are the latest blossoms of the year. 
The Holly. 
From out the hedgerow's faded side, 
Forsaken now by half its pride, 
Still shoots the holly's unchanged green, 
But not in barren beauty seen, 
For, clustered o'er that goodly bough. 
Are scarlet berries blushing now. 
How forcibly recalled to me 
The scenes of long-past infancy, 
By violet of the early spring, 
By paly primrose gathering. 
By cowslip, like a fairy cup. 
Just made to serve the dewdrops up. 
And well do I remember how, 
Soon as we knew the holly bough 
Should bear its winter fruit, we found, 
And with it ivy berries bound. 
But not till we had dyed them blue, 
To make the contrast gay and true. 
Birght holly, thy dark shining hue 
We even then with pleasure view. 
When flowers of every rainbow tint 
On earth the hues of heaven print, 
And yielding to the sunny ray 
Their luscious perfumes — live their day. 
But when the snow-flake’s silverv sheen 
O’er wood, and hill, and vale, is seen. 
Thy berries, with the ivy’s jet. 
Like ebony with rubies set. 
Peeping from out their verdant wreath, 
Shine brightest 'midst the general death. 
