^Sensitive J’eant — Sensibility.. 
HE Sensitive plant has no bright flower; 
Radiance and odour are not its dower; 
It loves even like love—its deep heart is full; 
It desires what it has not, the beautiful. 
Shelley. 
"the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, 
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns. 
Moore. • 
^Alpine |Saxifrage — ft P*\Eam. 
©TAY me no more; the flowers have ceased 
to blow, 
The frost begun ; 
Stay me no more, I will arise and go, 
My dream is done. 
Ernest Myers. 
The hope I dreamed of was a dream, • 
Was but a dream ; and now I wake 
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old s 
For a dream’s sake. 
.Christina Rossetti. 
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