love’s token-flowers. 
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To crush those sympathies that burned 
In vain through many a bygone year. 
I am not cold : love’s living flame 
Still glimmers on o'er hopes entombed, 
And I have found, with grief and shame, 
That ashes may be re-illumed.* 
BEE-OPHRYS.—Ophbts Apifera. 
Error. 
Because my heart dwelt not like cloistered nun 
In lonely cell unquiet silence keeping, 
Because it went forth’neath Hope’s blessed sun, 
And freely shared another’s joy and weeping, 
Thou hast mistaken me. 
Because my sympathy awoke from sleep, 
And frankly did unclose affection's portal 
To thoughts of tenderness as pure, as deep, 
As ever proved the human soul immortal, 
Thou hast mistaken me. 
* “We can not re-illume ashes ."—Bulwcr. 
