SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS 
MEZEREON. —Coquette. 
Well, well! adieu for ever, 
My heart has broken free ; 
I’ve brought myself to sever 
My pleasant tie to thee. 
I blame myself for letting thee 
My better angel seem, 
And forgive thee by forgetting thee. 
As some uneasy dream. 
Farewell! enjoy the moments 
My rivals will think sweet, 
And call it sunshine, if you will, 
That brings them to your feet. 
They’ll see the shades besetting thee. 
And learn my lesson yet, 
To forgive thee by forgetting thee, 
Thou beautiful Coquette! 
Farewell! with all thy brilliancy, 
Thy autumn will steal on, 
And the sear and yellow chronicle 
Will write that it is gone. 
Thy bloom will be forgetting thee 
When brightest it should seem, 
And go like me forsaking thee, 
Like the color of a dream. 
N. Y. Statesman. 
