POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
113 
Ah ! soon the soul-entrancing sight 
Subdued the impatient boy ; 
He gazed, he thrilled with deep delight, 
Then clapp’d his wings for joy. 
And, “ 0 !” he cried, “ of magic kind. 
What charms this throne endear! 
Some other love let Venus find— 
111 fix my empire hci-e.” 
ON A FADED VIOLET 
The odour from the flower is gone ; 
Which, like thy kisses, breathed on me ! 
The colour from the flower is flown. 
Which glow’d of thee, and only thee! 
Im* 
A sbrivell’d lifeless, vacant form. 
It lies on my abandoned breast. 
And mocks the heart which yet is warm, 
With cold and silent rest. 
I weep—my tears revive it not! 
I sigh—it breathes no more on me; 
Its mute and uncomplaining lot 
Is such as mine should be. 
121 H 
