THE EVENING GILLIFLOWER. 483 
Then meet me again in this casement niche, 
On the spot where we’re standing now.— 
Nay, question not wherefore ! Perhaps, with me, 
To look out on the night, and the broad, bright sea, 
And to hear its majestic flow ! 
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Well, we’re met here again ; and the moonlight sleeps 
On the sea, and the bastion’d wall, 
And the flowers there below.—How the night wind brings 
Their delicious breath on its dewy wings ! 
“ But there’s one,” say you, “sweeter than all ! ” 
Far sweeter ! and where, think you, groweth the plant 
That exhaleth such perfume rare ? 
Look about, up and down—But take care, or you'll break, 
With your elbow, the poor little thing that’s so weak : 
“ Why, ’tis that smells so sweet, I declare ! ” 
Ah ha ! is it that ? Have you found out now 
Why I cherish that odd little fright ? 
All is not gold that glitters, you know; 
And it is not all worth makes the greatest show 
In the glare of the strongest light. 
There are human flowers full many, I trow, 
As unlovely as that by your side, 
That a common observer passeth by 
With a scornful lip and a careless eye, 
In the heyday of pleasure and pride. 
