72 POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
of Remembrance, for it flowers in winter. How beau¬ 
tiful and poetical is this allusion ! When all around 
beside is withered and decayed, when the 
“ Wind and rain beat dark December,” 
and the gaudy Summer is dead and buried, with all 
her wreathed flowers ; it was then that from the only 
one which came to look upon and cheer man by its 
presence, he chose the Rosemary, and said— 
“ That’s for Remembrance • 
I pray you, love, remember.” 
