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THE SWEET-PEA. 
O’er which Love has breathed a power and spell 
The truth of whispering hope to tell. 
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And with scarlet poppies around like a bower, 
Found the maiden her mystic flower. 
Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell 
If my lover loves me, and loves me well; 
So may the fall of the morning dew 
Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue. 
L. E. L. 
THE SWEET-PEA. 
From the charms this flower displays both in fragrance 
and colour it has become the emblem of Delicate Pleasure. 
These delicacies, 
I mean of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruit, and flowers. 
MILTON. 
Here are sweet-peas on tip-toe for a flight, 
The wings of gentle flush, o’er delicate white, 
And taper fingers catching at ail things 
To bind them all about with tiny rings. 
KEATS. 
