love’s token-flowers. 
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But oh! how can I boar to die, 
And leave thee desolate 1 
EVENING PRIMROSE. — CEnothera 
Grandiflora. 
Inconstancy. 
Pledge to thy Lady—ay, fill high the bowl, 
To the Cynthia that rules o’er the tides of thy 
soul— 
To her whose light hand wanders over thy heart, 
Bringing out the rich music its chords can im¬ 
part ;— 
Ay, drink to her now, lest a new love awake, 
Ere thy lip meets the wine-bead that swells but 
to break. 
Pledge to thy Lady—but breathe not her name , 
That draught quenched already a fast-waning 
flame ; 
Ere next at the banquet thcu pourest the red 
wine, 
Thy love will be pilgrim at some newer shrine ; 
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