THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
77 
EGLANTINE.* 
(Poetry.) 
Thy spirit has a gift, a secret gift, 
Which answers only to the far, bright stars, 
When through the greenwood’s high and changeful rift 
Streams down the light of Venus and of Mars; 
Which answers only to the winds and streams, 
The sweet wood-blossoms and the moon’s pale beams. 
Thou seest strange beauty in the silent things 
That others idly pass. The small, wild bird, 
That flutters o’er the rose his bright blue wings; 
The singing brook, by careless ears unheard; 
The wild flower, swinging in the lonely dell,— 
All bind thee with a strong and wondrous spell. 
FORGET-ME-NOT.f 
(True Love.) 
Give not to weary thought the love 
That should be solely mine; 
Nor tire thee of the shrinking dove 
Thou call’st so fondly thine. 
* This is a sweet-scented shrub, with delicate pink flowers. Grows 
often to a great height. 
t A very pretty, but minute flower, growing by the brook-sides. 
Colour, sky-blue. 
