178 Emus Calamus. 
Of wall-flower slips and roots I’ve got 
So many, that I’m fain, 
Dear as they are to me, to turn 
Many adrift again. 
My ivy-plant from Tintern’s braved 
Four winters’ stormy weather; 
I’ve scraps, too, from proud Kenilworth, 
And h^re they grow together. 
The feathery seeds of clematis 
In Goodrich I have caught; 
Hartstongue from Ragland’s lofty keep, 
With maiden-hair, I brought. 
And so at Claremont, where the crowd 
Of rhododendrons grew, 
My whims were humoured, and I now 
Am rearing one or two. 
And e’en those little things can bring 
Before me, passing well, 
The very nook where the scented leaves 
Of the graceful calamus dwell. 
Louisa A. Twamley. 
