THE ANEMONE. 
See ! yon anemones their leaves unfold 
With rubies flaming, and with living gold. 
Anon. 
Then thickly strewn in woodland bowers, 
Anemones their stars unfold. 
Anon. 
Youth, like a thin anemone, displays 
His silken leaf, and in a morn decays. 
And then I gather’d rushes, and began 
To weave a garland for you, intertwined 
With violets, hepaticas, primroses. 
And coy Anemone, that ne’er uncloses 
Her lips until they’re blown on by the wind. 
Amakynthus. 
TO THE WOOD-ANEMONE. 
ANON. 
Welcome! though cold the hour. 
Anemone! 
And shelterless the hazel be : 
Yet Spring shall form the greener bower. 
And sunshine bring, and warmer shower. 
To foster thee. 
