THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Thy motions are as light and free 
As zephyrs o’er a summer sea. 
Thou art, in truth, a waywai'd child,— 
Thy words so gay, thy steps so wild ; 
And none can see thee speak or move 
Without some glow akin to love. 
SUNFLOWER, DWARF. 
(Adoration.) 
The rose needs not the summer light, 
The bird needs not the sheltering tree, 
So much as I, in sorrow’s night, 
Need smiles from thee. 
Oh ! never let thine eye grow cold, 
Thy cherished voice grow rude to me; 
But let thy lip, as oft of old, 
Still smile on me. 
SWEETWILLIAM. 
(Gallantry.) 
The knights of old might envy thee 
Thy courtly grace of mien; 
Thy noble daring, brave and free, 
In every dangerous scene. 
