THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
99 
I uever can nor will be glad, 
My love, away from thee! 
WALLFLOWER.* 
(Fidelity in Misfortune.) 
An emblem true thou art 
Of love’s enduring lustre, given 
To cheer a lonely heart. 
Flower of the solitary place ! 
Gray Ruin’s golden crown, 
That lendest melancholy grace 
To haunts of old renown, 
Thou mantlest o’er the battlement 
By strife or storm decayed; 
And fillest up each envious rent 
Time’s canker tooth hath made. 
WOODRUFF. 
(Modest Worth.) 
Tiiine excellence is of a rare degree; 
Though praised by others, ’tis unknown to thee. 
* Tliis is a beautiful, fragrant flower, growing upon old walls, and 
among the ruins of castles and abbeys. 
