POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
S5 
And be renewed; the hope how blest, 
0 may that hope desert me never ! 
Like thee to sleep on Nature’s breast, 
And wake again, and bloom for ever. 
Bowring. 
TO A PRIMROSE. 
i. 
Flower ! thou art not the same to me 
That thou wert long ago; 
The hue has faded from thy face, 
Or from my heart the glow,— 
The glow of young romantic thoughts, 
When aU the world was new, 
And many a blossom round my path 
Its sweet fresh fragrance threw; 
Thou art not what I thought thee then, 
Nor ever wilt thou be again. 
It was a thing of wild delight, 
To find thee on the hank, 
WRere all the day thy opening leaves 
The golden sunlight drank,—• 
To see thee in the sister group 
That clustering grew together. 
And seem’d too delicate for aught 
Save Summer’s brightest weather, 
