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THE EVENING PRIMROSE. 
expresses it, “ the flower has been repeatedly 
lost and found in the Parisian gardens,” 
without the owners being able to account for 
its appearance or disappearance; but, also, 
partially from the uncertainty of the time 
of opening of its flowers, so beautifully ex¬ 
pressed by Keats :— 
“ Evening primroses. 
O’er which the wind may hover as it doses; * 
O’er which it well might take a pleasant sleep. 
But that ’tis ever startled by the leap 
Of buds into ripe flowers.” 
A more suitable emblem could scarcely be 
obtained. 
ILLUSTRATION OE THE SENTIMENT. 
I feel that thou art changed to me. 
And, would a happier lot were mine ! 
Yet deem’d I not such change could he. 
In heart that vow’d to love like thine. 
I know thou wouldst not have me feel 
The anguish of a parting sigh; 
Yet vain thine efforts to conceal 
That we are changed—both you and I. 
