208 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
She clasps no golden zone of pride, 
Her fair and simple robe around — 
By flowing riband, lightly tied, 
Its graceful folds are bound : 
And thus attired — a sportive thing, 
Pure, loving, guileless, bright, and wild, 
Proud Fashion! match me in your ring, 
New England’s mountain-child! 
F. s. o. 
SINCERITY. 
FERN. 
“Fern often affords an agreeable seat to lovers ; its ashes are 
used in the manufacture of glasses for the convivial party; and 
all the world knows that love and wine make men sincere.” 
I dearly love a changing cheek, 
That glows or pales, as Feeling chooses, 
And lets the free heart frankly speak — 
Upon it what the tongue refuses; 
Where eloquent blushes bum and fade, 
Rich with the wealth of warm emotion, 
Or starry dimples mock the shade, 
Like jeAvels in a restless ocean. 
f. s. o. 
