DROOPING DAISY. 
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And no one near! Oh, misery!. 
Breathing my name with his last breath! 
An d yet his image smiles on me. 
Away!—I will not think of Death. 
“No! he will live to wear this token. 
Hush, heart! he still, why dost thou sigh ? 
I will not think his vow is broken,— 
I’ll not believe it, though I die. 
This scarf doth bring back many a scene 
Of happiness amid those bowers, 
Our walks along these alleys green, 
When love was sweeter than the flowers. 
«I marked these corners with my hair 
I wove his name along with mine, 
Letter with letter twined with care, 
Hoping that so our hearts would twine; 
Oh, Hope ! delusive Hope ! ’tis Time 
Alone that proves thee a deceiver: 
Thou bringest buds of promised prime, 
But the keen frost attends thee ever. 
“ Oh ! I am sadly altered now, 
My summer’s changed to winter’s gloom, 
I’ve torn the Daisies from my brow, 
And hung them on my mother’s tomb, 
