love’s token-flowers. 
The eye, where so much brightness blazed, 
Was closed in darkness now, 
And yet its glories scarce .were hid 
Beneath that soft anW shadowy lid. 
She slumbered, and her velvet lip 
Was like the folded rose, 
Ere yet the bee its sweets could sip, 
Or mar its calm repose ; 
Oh '. language were too cold and weak, 
Its silent eloquence to speak. 
She slumbered: o’er her placid face 
A gleam of softness came, 
And, while I watched its winning grace, 
I heard her breathe my name ; 
Blest be the heart that thus could keep 
Love’s vivid memories e’en in sleep. 
