CARNATION 
A Blush. 
She loves him yet! 
I know by the blush that rises, 
Beneath the curls, 
That shadow her soul-lit cheek; 
She loves him yet! 
Through all love’s sweet disguises, 
In timid girls, 
A blush will be sure to speak. 
Her cheek was very eloquent, 
For there her feelings spoke; 
Like summer’s rosy lightning, 
The color o’er it broke: 
While bewitching smiles and dimples 
Chased its beautiful repose, 
Like a zephyr and a sunbeam 
At play upon a rose. 
F. S. O. 
TO CARNATIONS. 
“ Stay while ye will, or goe, 
And leave no scent behind ye, 
Yet trust me I shall know, 
The place where I may find ye. 
Within my Lucia’s cheek, 
Whose livery ye wear, 
Play ye at hide or seeke, 
I’m sure to find ye there.” 
Herrick. 
