104 POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
OLD AGE. 
Somehow the flowers seem different now, 
The Daisies dimmer than of old ; 
There’s fewer blossoms on the bough, 
The Hawthorn buds look gray and cold; 
The Pansies wore another dye 
When I was young — when I was young ! 
There’s not that blue about the sky 
Which every way in those days hung. 
There’s nothing now looks as it “ ought.” 
Said Time, “The change is in thy thought.” 
