AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. • 93 
FAIR WITHIN, THOUGH COLD IN 
SEEMING. 
THE DEW-PLANT. 
A pretty hothouse plant, with frosted leaves and small pur- 
».le flowers. 
Though chill my trembling hand may be, 
The heart within is warm; 
The love, that seems so cold to thee, 
The best may bide the storm! 
I cannot tell thee hour by hour, 
That I adore thee dearly, 
I cannot talk of passion’s power; 
But oh! I feel sincerely! 
The love that doth most purely glow, 
Is slow in its revealing; 
I’d rather feel beyond my show, 
Than feign beyond my feeling. 
f. s. o. 
