58 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
THE ANEMONE. 
Adonis, a youth beloved by the goddess Yenus, received a wound from 
a wild beast, while hunting, in consequence of which he died. The 
goddess of beauty, mourning his untimely death, transformed him to the 
Adonis — or Anemone. 
ANON. 
Look, In the garden blooms the flos Adonis, 
And memory keeps of him who rashly died, 
Thereafter changed by Venus, weeping, to this 
flower. 
1 And Beauty’s Goddess bending o’er his bier, 
Breathed the soft sigh, and poured the tender tear. ’ 
OVID. 
His sunbeam-tinted tresses drooped unbound, 
Sweeping the earth with negligence uncouth; 
The white anemonies, that near him blew, 
Felt his red blood, and red forever grew. 
‘Youth, like a thin anemone, displays 
His silken leaf, and in a morn decays. ’ 
‘ And coy anemone, that ne’er uncloses 
His lips until they ’re blown on by the wind.’ 
