THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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W OEM W 0 OD.— Absence . 
So I alone, now left disconsolate, 
Mourn to myself tlie absence of my love, 
And wandering here and there all desolate, 
Seek with my plaints to match the mournful dove. 
In this strain Spenser makes a maiden bemoan the 
absence of her lover. 
THE YEW-TREE.— Sadness. 
The Yew, which in the place of sculptured stone, 
Marks out the resting-place of men unknown. 
Churchill. 
Scott thus describes the sad and gloomy appear¬ 
ance of the Yew-tree in his “ Eokeby — 
But here, ’Hvixt rock and river, grew 
A dismal grove of sable Yew, 
With whose sad tints were mingled seen 
The blighted fir’s sepulchral green. 
Seemed that the trees their shadows cast, 
The earth that nourished them to blast; 
Bor never knew that swarthy grove 
The verdant hue that fairies love, 
Nor wilding green, nor woodland flower, 
Arose within its baleful bower. 
The dank and sable earth receives 
Its only carpet from the leaves, 
That, from the withering branches cast, 
Bestrewed the ground with every blast. 
THE END. 
