BO THE POETRY OF FLOWER? 
SONGS AND CHORUS OF TUB 
FLOWERS. 
BY LEIGH HUNT. ■ 
ROSES. 
We are blushing roses, 
Bending with our fulness, 
’Midst our close-capp’d sister bud» 
Warming the green coolness. 
Whatsoe’er of beauty 
Yearns and yet reposes, 
Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, 
Took a shape m roses. 
Hold one of us lightly,— 
See from what a slender 
Stalk we bower in heavy blooms, 
And roundness rich and tender t 
Know you not our only 
Rival flower,—the human f 
Loveliest weight on lightest foot, 
Joy-abundant woman? 
