love’s token-flowers 
HUNDRED-LEAVED ROSE.— Rosa 
Centifolia. 
Pride. 
“ The Ladye was lovely, the Ladye was young, 
And pride curled her lip, as she merrily sung.” 
I >VE won thee to love me, all cold as thou art, 
I >ve won thee to love me, untameable heart 
For this every joy of my life has been given, 
For this I have risked every promise of Heaven ; 
J’ve won thee to love me—I hold thee in thrall, 
And the sight of thy bondage repays me for all. 
I >ve won thee to love me, untameable heart 
I we won thee to love me, and now-let us part: 
Thou mayst throw off my fetters with haughty 
disdain. 
But the scar and the aching must ever remain ; 
My toils may seem frail as the wood-spider’s net, 
But Love’s spell is upon thee-thou const not 
forget. 
