THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
83 
JASMINE, YELLOW. 
(Grace and Elegance.) 
Like the foam on the wave floating down to the sea, 
Like the zephyr that flits o’er the grain-covered lea, 
Like the soft fleecy cloud o’er the face of the moon, 
Like the sail of a bird on the still air of noon,— 
So graceful, and airy, and gentle art thou, 
With thy curls floating free o’er thy radiant brow ! 
So fairy-like moveth thy foot o’er the flowers, 
They look up and exclaim—“ ’Twas the step of the 
Hours!” 
JONQUIL.* 
(Affection Returned.) 
That thou art loved, this flower my witness be ! 
In the bright morning, noon, or starry night, 
One thought my bosom fills—it is of thee ! 
And thou dost make all hours and seasons bright. 
To see thee, hear thee, know that thou art nigh,— 
Oh, this is joy unknown to me before! 
All other thoughts are gone when thou art by ; 
Thou fill’st my heart—it can contain no more ! 
Flowers golden, emitting a pleasant but powerful perfume. 
