POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
19 
ACACIA, ROSE. 
PLATONIC LOVE. 
Lo, others kneel before thy shrine 
With Passion’s words of fire; 
But better far such love as mine. 
That never feels desire. 
To pray for thee at twilight hour, 
To dream of thee at night, 
To link thy frame with every flower— 
These make my love’s delight. 
And years may roll, and time may vnar 
The beauty of thy brow, 
But thou, however distant far, 
Wilt be as dear as now. 
From passion and its stains refined, 
My love is deep and pure; 
Shall it not, born of heart and mind, 
As long as these endure? 
