V 
236 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
Love drew your picture in my “ heart of heart,” 
And memory preserves it beautiful 
F. s. o. 
YOUTH. 
WHITE LILAC. 
That lilac’s cleaving cones have burst, 
The milkwhite flowers revealing; 
E’en now upon my senses first, 
Methinks their sweets are stealing. 
Blackwood's Magazine. 
On account of the purity and short duration of the delicate 
flowers of the white lilac, it has been made the symbol of 
youth; of that fleet and enchanting period which no wealth 
can purchase, nor power retain or restore. 
The hues of youth, 
Carnationed like a sleeping infant’s cheek, 
Rocked by the beating of her mother’s heart, 
Or the rose-teints, which summer’s twilight leaves 
Upon the lofty glacier’s virgin snow, 
The blush of earth embracing with her heaven — 
Tinge thy celestial aspect and make tame 
The beauties of the sunbow that bends o’er thee. 
Byron. 
