THE FLORAL OFFERING. 
As the bark breathlessly 
Floats for the gale 
That shall give life to 
Its languishing sail, 
So my heart panted 
Thy bark, love, to be— 
So it lay idle, 
Asking for thee. 
As the star listens 
For night stealing up, 
Ere the fire glistens 
Within its gold cup, 
Hiding till then in 
The air’s azure sea, 
So my heart listened 
For thee, love —thee ! 
Fe S. 0. 
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