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love’s token-flowers. 
LEMON-SCENTED VERBENA— 
Aloysia Citriodora. 
Sensibility. 
I am not cold : though ’neath the guise 
Of playful mirth I fain would hide 
The feelings that too wildly rise, 
Rebellious to my woman’s pride. 
I am not cold: when thou art nigh, 
The gentle thoughts my heart that thrill 
Teach me to shrink before the eye 
That wins to its resistless will 
I am not cold: and could I fling 
Upon thy path a single flower, 
How gladly would each impulse spring 
To meet thee in affection’s hour. 
I am not cold: but I have learned 
My own impatient heart to fear— 
