AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 95 
Lay to thy heart this token-flower! 
With Love’s own tears its leaves are wet. 
’Twill whisper, in its dying hour, 
“ Do not forget!” 
F . S. 0. 
FORSAKEN. 
GARDEN ANEMONE. 
The coy anemone, that ne’er uncloses 
Her lips until they’re blown on by the wind. 
H. Smith. 
Anemone was a nymph beloved by Zephyr. Flora, being 
jealous, banished her from her court, and changed her into a 
flower, which always opens at the return of spring. Zephyr has 
abandoned this unfortunate beauty to the rude caresses of 
Boreas, who unable to gain her love, agitates her until her blos¬ 
soms are half open, and then causes her immediately to fade. 
Go, deceiver, go! 
Some day, perhaps, thou ’It waken 
From pleasure’s dream, to know 
The grief of hearts forsaken ! 
Moore. 
