Affliction, Ale 
It is a bitter herb, medicinal. 
From which we nauseating turn away; 
Such is affliction. Reader, in the day 
Of prosperous pride, if it be thine to fall 
Into deep sorrow, bear the chastisement 
Submissively, for thy soul’s welfare meant. 
fter thought, Star-wort. 
Thou comest like an afterthought, 
When other flowers are vainly sought. 
Agitation, Moving Plant. 
There is no breath of air to crisp the Ganges* tide. 
Nor shake the leafy bowers beneath which thou dost 
hide; 
Why agitated thus, oh thou mysterious plant ? 
Hast thou some secret wish, -some deep unspoken 
want? 
It seems thou art possest 
Of a spirit ill at rest, 
Aye praying for a boon that the fates refuse to grant. 
Amiableness, White Jasmine. 
Grace and perfume here we meet; 
Thou art lovely, thou art sweet; 
Ever thus may beauty be 
Wed with amiability! 
I StSi 
