love’s token-flowers. 27 
Thine was the hand, beloved one, 
To touch that silent heart, 
And teach the tones of happy love 
Which now it can impart; 
Like Memnon’s harp it could not wake 
Beneath a lowlier light, 
But poured its full and perfect tone 
To greet the sunbeam bright. 
LAVENDER.—L avandula. 
Distrust. 
Too late ! too late ! in days of yore, 
Thy voice has thrilled through heart and brain, 
For then I knelt, as never more 
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I kneel at woman’s shrine again ; 
Then hadst thou breathed one tender sigh 
I had lain humbled at thy feet, 
E’en though, like Bramah’s votary, 1 
Could only hope my death to meet. 
But I have borne the weight of ill, 
Have suffered all a lover’s fate, 
