8S THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
weather, but bloom only in calm and sunshine; and the calm 
which it enjoys seems to be imparted to every object around it. 
There’s danger in the dazzling eye, 
That woos thee with its witching smile; 
Another, when thou art not by, 
Those beaming looks would fain beguile. 
f. s. o. 
FLY WITH ME. 
venus’s car. 
This graceful flower, as its name implies, resembles an ele¬ 
gant chariot, drawn by a pair of doves, which are hidden in a 
part of the corolla, and fly out when it is pulled down by the 
the hand. The colour of the flower is usually a deep blue. 
Gay Zephyr bore to my feet, last night. 
This curved and carved barouche of blue; 
I thought it, at first, a flower in flight: 
And so it will seem, perhaps, to you. 
But press on the foremost petal, sweet, 
That rose-teinted finger, soft and light, 
And two young doves your touch will meet, 
And spring from their couch to your startled sight! 
Gay Zephyr a secret whispered low, 
When with the gift to my feet he flew; — 
