Marvel of Peru. 
199 
“ The lark lies couched in her grassy nest, 
And the honey-bee is gone, 
And all bright things are away to rest; 
Why watch ye here alone? 
“Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom 
When the stars give quiet light, 
And let us offer our faini perfume 
On the silent shrine of night. 
“ Call it not wasted, the scent we lend 
To the breeze when no step is nigh: 
Oh ! thus for ever the earth should send 
Her grateful breath on high! 
“And love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers, 
Of hopes unto sorrow given, 
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, 
Looking alone to heaven.” 
Phillips has observed that however timid these flowers may 
appear in the sunshine, at eventide they endure the strongest 
artificial light as unrepiningly as other belles who “ shine at the 
same hour with this emblem of timidity.” 
Had he been acquainted with its symbolism, what comfort¬ 
ing aid could not this little garden blossom have afforded the 
bashful lover of whom Gerald Massey sweetly sings : 
“Yet she weeteth not I love her; 
Never dare I tell the sweet 
Tale but to the stars above her, 
And the flowers that kiss her feet.” 
