108 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
Her brow is white as stainless snow, 
As ebon, black, her heart of sin — 
Her cheek with morning’s blush doth glow 
O’er midnight gloom within! 
f. s. o. 
HOW CAME YOU HERE? 
WALKING LEAF. 
Tuts is a curious fern, striking root at the extremity of the 
frond or leaf, from which root new plants arise. It is found in 
rocky woods. 
You know mamma, can’t bear you, love, 
You know papa dislikes you, dear; 
You know my brothers cut you, dove; — 
Alas! how came you here? 
You know your fortune’s gone, my own! 
You know your coat was made last year; — 
I never ramble now alone; — 
What could have sent you here? 
Perhaps you do not know, my sweet — 
Sir John will soon propose — I fear! 
How very awkward, should you meet! 
What nonsense brought you here ? 
