16 LOVE’S token-flowers. 
SPIDER-WORT, —Tbadebcantia. 
“ I esteem, but do not love you.'’ 
Nay, leave me now, and let us part 
With friendship’s smiles at last; 
Thou canst not win this worthless heart , 
Its dreams of joy are past, 
And never can I bend the knee # 
As Love’s impassioned votary. 
For I have loved, and still my brow 
A trace of suffering wears ; 
My weary eyes are even now 
Clouded with unshed tears : 
Oh, why should aught so gentle be 
The harbinger of misery ? 
Alas ! to look in eyes that hold 
Our all of earthly light, 
And pray to meet a glance less cold— 
A smile less calmly bright, 
