BOX-LEAVED MILKWORT. 
When braided in Clorinda’s hair, 
With mimick flow’rs united, 
Though these may bloom more gay and fair, 
And I droop wan and blighted; 
Yet see the busy wand’rer, fly 
With seeming anxious labour, 
Drink my sweet breath before I die, 
But slight my fairer neighbour. 
