Love’s token-flowers. 37 
Or if perchance I touch its strings 
It breathes of pain alone ; 
Unlighted by thy sunbright smile 
My wild flower wTeath is dead, 
Too worthless now its faded bloom 
To deck thy gentle head. 
But when the lengthened shadows fall 
To close the drooping flowers, 
No longer do I vainly chide 
The slowly lagging hours ; 
For ere the dews of evening shed 
On earth their fragrance sweet, 
I know that my impatient heart 
Thy beauty, love, shall greet. 
NIGHT-BLOOMING JESSAMINE.— 
Jasminum Sambao. 
Love's Vigil 
She slumbered, and unseen I gazed 
Upon her gentle brow, 
