222 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
THE HEART THAT KNOWS NOT 
LOVE. 
WHITE ROSEBUD. 
Untouched, upon its thorny stem, 
Hangs the pale rose unfolding. 
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Before the breath of Love animated the world, all the roses 
were white, and every heart was insensible. 
’Twas from Love, I borrowed, too, 
My sweet perfume, my purple hue. 
Anon. 
When Love was bom in Eden’s bower, 
The first soft blush of Eve was shed 
On a white rose — her emblem-flower—- 
Which ever since has blossomed red! 
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TIME. 
WHITE POPLAR. 
The white poplar is one of the most valuable of our indige¬ 
nous trees, and grows to the height of more than ninety feet, 
towering its superb head upon a straight silvered trunk. The 
ancients consecrated it to Time, because the leaves are in con- 
