LOVE’S T OKEN - F LO WERS. 81 
But woman knows one only dream— 
That broken, all is o’er ; 
For on life’s dark and sluggish stream 
Hope’s sunbeam rests no more. 
PURPLE HYACINTH. —Hyacinthus 
Orient alis. 
Grief. 
No more, no more my heart with gladness 
boundeth, 
No more my lip is wreathed with ready smiles, 
When thus the measured tread of time resound- 
eth, 
Like solemn music through night’s cloistered 
aisles. 
No more the echoes of the day departed 
Seem like the footsteps of some gentle friend 
Who leaves me now, but true and kindly-hearted 
To-morrow comes, new happiness to lend. 
I yield not now to fancy’s fair dissembling, 
Gone is the sweet credulity of youth ; 
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