AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Mignionette. — Heliotrope. — Pink. 
\ our qualities surpass your charms ; I love you with a pure and de¬ 
voted love. 
I know not if that face be fair, 
If what the world would beauty call, 
May beam and blush and brighten there, 
In lip and eye and ringlet’s fall: 
So richly eloquent through those eyes, 
Your soul, of love and truth doth speak, 
So soft the timid heart-hues rise, 
In glowing witchery, on your cheek, 
That, whether it be fair or dark, 
Or they, the eyes, be black or blue, 
I never yet have cared to mark, 
Or marking, have forgot the hue: 
I only know—howe’er you smile, 
Whate’er your tresses’ teint or fashion, 
The graces of your mind beguile 
My heart to own a deathless passion. 
F. s. o. 
