OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 231 
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: 
So I love to wake ere break of day: 
For though my sleep be gone, 
Yet, while ’tis dark, one shuts one’s lids, 
And still dreams on. 
Burdock. . ..Sentiment. ... Importunity. 
The hooked spines which beset the seed vessels 
of the Burdock, attach themselves to every passing 
object, and are not easily shaken off. To stick to 
one like a bur, is a proverbial expression. 
Importunate the burs cling fast, 
Them off ’tis hard to shake; 
They are like sturdy beggars, who 
Will no denial take. 
And so, my love, to thee I cling, 
And mean to keep my hold; 
To love thee, dear, while thou art young, 
Yea, love, till thou art old. 
The fair ones pass before me, love, 
They have no charms for me ; 
My heart must cling to thee, my love, 
The fairest that I see. 
