Floral Poetry. 
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TO AN AUTUMN ROSE. 
jnPlELL her I love her—love her for those eyes, 
A Now soft with feeling, radiant now with mirth, 
Which like a lake reflecting Autumn skies, 
Reveal two heavens here to us on earth— 
The one in which their soulfelt beauty lies, 
And that wherein such soulfulness has birth : 
Go to my lady ere the season flies, 
And the rude Winter comes thy bloom to blast— 
Go ! and with all of eloquence thou hast 
The burning story of my love discover, 
And if the theme should fail, alas ! to move her, 
Tell her, when youth’s gay Summer flowers are past, 
Like thee my love will blossom to the last! 
Hoffman. 
