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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
He heeded not the call; 
But dreamed of notes more rich and rare, 
And worshipped still that light afar — 
The gentler and the purer star. 
He was among them all — 
The bright, the young, the fair; 
But ruby lips were vainly wreathed, 
And timid sighs as vainly breathed, 
For him in pleasure’s hall; 
He might not greet her there — 
The one he loved, the light afar — 
The gentler and the purer star. 
He was among them all — 
The bright, the young, the fair; 
When eyes looked soft in the moon’s soft light, 
And tones grew low like the breath of night, . 
Or music’s dying fall, 
Still, still, unconquered there. 
His heart was hers who dwelt afar — 
The gentler and the purer star. 
He was among them all — 
The bright, the young, the fair— 
Only to dream of hours more sweet, 
Wishing that he were at her feet, 
Not midst the festive hall; 
To see again her golden hair, 
Bound up for him — his light afar — 
The gentler and the purer star. 
Lucy Hooper. 
