AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 47 
I lived on the sweets of her lips; — 
I must seek for a supper elsewhere ;— L 
Another that banquet may sip! 
Another may play with her hair! 
And why is my rival so dear ? 
And why is she out when I call ? — 
His income’s five thousand a year! 
And mine — it is — nothing at all! 
f. s. o. 
COME DOWN TO ME. 
Jacob’s ladder. 
There are but two species of this pretty flower as yet 
known; one belonging to North America — the other common 
to Europe and Asia. Its flowers yary from blue to white. 
Look! how the stars like jewels glisten, 
Maiden, more pure than gem or star! 
Lean from thy lattice, my love, and listen, 
While I awake my wild guitar. 
See! I have flung a fair flower to thee, 
May not its name my fond hope tell ? 
Oh! for thy lover, let it woo thee! 
And ask thy blush what it means, “ ma belle !” 
Last night, the patriarch’s dream was mine; — 
An angel came from heaven to me; — 
