THE POETRY OF FLOWERS I 
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look into its deep bell, whence issue its long, trembling stamina, I 
baffles all description; for in one shade, it is of an aurora col- 
oui, viewed in another, it resembles the blaze of burning nitre; 
and as the eye plays over it, we think we see, at times, a bril- 
tant purple.”— “ This grand flower opens its beautiful corol, and 
diffuses a most fragrant odour for a few hours in the night, then 
closes to expand no more.” 
O’er a blossom of Thought gay Fancy plays, 
And lights, with her smile, its leaves; 
Till they gleam with a myriad teinted rays, 
As the sun, in a diamond, weaves 
His braid of resplendent, rainbow bloom, 
Ihat changes and glows, like a fairy’s plume. 
F. s. o. 
FASCINATION. 
CIRCiEA, OK, ENCHANTER’S NIGHTSHADE. 
Thrice round the grave Cireaea prints her tread, 
And chants the numbers which disturb the dead. 
Darwin. 
As the name of this plant indicates, it is celebrated in magical 
incantations. Its flowers are rose-coloured, and veined with 
purple; and commonly grow in damp and shady places, where 
shrubs fit for the purpose to which this has been applied may 
be supposed to be found. It is named Cireaea after the enchant¬ 
ress Circe. 
