134 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
Thou hast the tale of love expressed, 
In words the faltering tongue forebore; 
And answering from the heart confessed, 
What eye and cheek had told before. 
Young hearts have whispered to thy ears 
The secret of thy hopes and fears; 
When nestled in a gentle breast, 
Thou had’st thy tender folds carest. 
Ah! anxious hope long watch has kept, 
Despairingly beneath thy cover; 
While fond heart sighed and bright eye wept 
The absence of a faithless lover. 
And many a vow of love is made, 
And fond heart pledged beneath thy shade; 
While friendly moonbeams light thy bower, 
And glide too soon the stolen hour. 
I love thee, emblem of my youth! 
Thou bring’st to mind fond memories; 
When fancy wore the garb of truth, 
And love made earth a paradise. 
But as those dreamy hours have fled 
Before the light stem truth has shed, 
So will thy fleeting beauty fade, 
And join the wreck that tune has made. 
