190 LANGUAGE AND 
PINK, RED DOUBLE 
Dianthus rubeus. . . . Class 10; Order 2. 
Root perennial. Blowers very fragrant. 
PURE AFFECTION. 
I never have loved theeyet strange though it be 
So soft are the feelings I cherish for thee, 
That the wildest of passions could never impart 
More joy to my soul, or more bliss to my hfeart. 
They come o’er my breast in my happiest hours, 
They come like the south wind that ruffles the flowers. 
A thrilling of softness, a thrilling of bliss— 
Say, is there no name for a passion like this? 
It cannot be friendship—it cannot be love; 
Yet I know the sweet feeling descends from above, 
For it takes from my bosom no portion of ease, 
Yet adds all the rapture, the pleasure of these: 
For so soft the emotion my spirit hath nursed, 
It is warm as the last, and more pure than the first; 
For my heart when near thine grows soft as a dove— 
Yet it cannot be friendship—it cannot be love. 
Mrs Amelia B. Welbv, 
‘ Deep in the grove beneath the secret shade, 
A various wreath of odorous flowers she made, 
Gay mottleyed Pinks and sweet Jonquils she chose, 
All sweet to sense— 
The finished chaplet well adorned her hair.” 
Shenstone. 
