BIGNONIA MARTIANA, NARCISSUS, BLUE LOBELIA. 
Your Beauty dazzles yet awes me. 
You’re married now—your lovely hair, 
That used to be so nicely braided, 
You’ve combed, as if you didn’t care, 
Back from a brow by sorrow shaded. 
You’re married now—your matron-mien 
Quite awes the eyes none else could awe; 
Your step sedate and tone serene 
Are timed to calm Decorum’s law. 
Do you remember—ah! you do!— 
That conscious glow?—It won't be hidden; 
You do recall how oft we two 
The flying hours have fondly chidden! 
How, when I dared a tress to touch, 
Your blush dawned through its silken maze, 
And your drooped eyelids told how much— 
Ah! well! we’ll not recall those days! 
I see it pains you,—what! a tear! 
From you! of old so careless-hearted? 
Forgive me, sweet, I too revere 
That vow that binds you since we parted. 
