THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
115 
THE BROKEN FLOWER. 
BY MRS. HEMANS. 
Ou ! wear it on thy heart, my love! 
Still, still a little while ! 
Sweetness is lingering in its leaves, 
Though faded be their smile. 
Yet, for the sake of what hath been, 
Oh ! cast it not away ! 
Twas born to grace a summer scene, 
A long, bright, golden day, 
My love, • 
A long, bright, golden day! 
A little while around thee, love ! 
Its fragrance yet shall cling, 
Telling that on thy heart hath Iain. 
A fair, though faded thing. 
But not even that warm heart hath power 
To win it back from fate :— 
Oh ! I am like thy broken flower, 
Cherish’d too late, too late, 
My love' 
Cherish’d, alas ! too'ate 
