OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 179 
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with 
light, 
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve, 
Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom be!) 
Shine opposite. 
WHITE PINK.. .FAIR AND CHARMING. 
If you have seen a summer star, 
Liquidly soft and faintly far, 
Beaming a smiling glance on earth, 
As if it watch’d the floweret’s birth, 
Then you have seen a light less fair 
Than that young maiden’s glances were. 
Dark fell her tresses. You have seen 
A rent-cloud tossing in the air, 
And, showing the pure sky between 
Its floating fragments, here and there. 
Then you may fancy faintly how 
Hie falling tress, the ring-like curl, 
Disclosed or shadow’d o’er the brow 
And neck of that fair girl; 
Her cheek was delicately thin, 
And through its pure transparent white, 
The rose-hue wander’d out and in, 
As you have seen the inconstant light 
Flush o’er the northern sky of night. 
Her playful lip was gently full, 
Soft curving to the graceful chin, 
