Chaste Love, 
Acaeia. 
White with faintest crimson (lush, oh, well 
Thy blossoms the first dawn of love may tell. 
Childish Gl : 
Buttercup; 
Childhood in the height of glee, 
Wouldst thou see? 
Mark it on tiie grassy lea. 
Where the Buttercups are springing, 
Golden bright; 
And their flight 
Countless butterflies are winging. 
