110 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
The violet’s for modesty, which weel she fa’s to 
wear; 
And a’ to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
I’ll tie the posie round wi’ the silken band o’ 
luvo, 
And I’ll place it in her breast, and I’ll swear by 
a’ above. 
That to my late.st draught o’ life the band shall 
ne’er remuve; 
And this shall be a posie to my ain dear May, 
FIELD FLOWERS. 
Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis 
true. 
Yet, wildings of Nature, I doat upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
When the earth teemed around me with fairy de¬ 
light. 
And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my 
sight. 
Like treasures of silver and gold. 
I love you for lulling me back into dreams 
Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing 
streams. 
