FRIGIDITY. 115 
ICE PLANT. 
Mesembryanthemum. 
Language — FRIGIDITY. 
Thy beauty — not a fault is there ; 
No queen of Grecian line 
E’er braided more luxuriant liair 
O’er forehead more divine ; 
The light of midnight’s starry heaven 
Is in those radiant eyes ; 
The rose’s crimson life has given 
That cheek its glowing dyes ; 
And yet I love thee not: thy brow 
Is but the sculptor’s mould : 
It wants a shade ; it wants a glow; 
It is less fair than cold. 
Miss Laxdoxt. 
And underneath that face, like summer’s oceans, 
Its lip as moveless, and its cheek as clear, 
Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart’s emotions —- 
Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow — all save fear. 
IIalleck. 
Better the tie at once be broken, 
At once our last farewell be spoken, 
Than watch him, one by one destroy 
The glowing buds of hope and joy — 
Than thus to see them, day by day, 
Beneath his coldness fade away. 
Mbs. Osgood. 
