SWEET PEA, BLUEBOTTLE, CENTAURY AND EVENING PRIMROSE. 
Good "bye! Out love was too lovely to last. 
Our love was like the light perfume 
That floats around a flower, 
Or like the rainbow’s passing bloom, 
Half sunshine and half shower. 
A smile, a blush, a tear, a tone 
Of welcome, soft and true, 
Were all I dared to wish from one 
So zephyr-like as you! 
I should as soon have asked a fay 
Or flower my lot to share, 
Or coaxed yon rosy cloud to stay, 
And leave for me the air. 
I knew, even while I wildly dreamed, 
’Twas but a dream of light; 
And as for you—you always seemed 
“On tiptoe for a flight.” 
I never thought you made of earth, 
As other maidens are; 
I always said you had your birth 
In some unsullied star. 
Then part we now—while yet the bloom 
Is fresh on Love’s light wings; 
While yet his flower, its soft perfume, 
Around our footsteps flings; 
While yet the blush on that pure cheek 
Is unprofaned by shame, 
Ere waking Passion dares to speak 
A word your soul might blame. 
Fly back, young angel, to your star; 
But send me down a sigh, 
Sometimes when, in your silver car, 
You float through heaven. Good bye! 
F. S. O. 
