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THE POETRY OF FLOWER* 
SONGS AND CHORUS OF TUB 
FLOWERS* 
BY LEIGH HUNT. 
We are blushing roses. 
Rending with our fulness, 
’Midst our close-capp’d sifter bud* 
Warming the green coolness. 
Whatsoe’er of beauty 
Yearns and yet reposes, 
Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, 
Took a shape in roses. 
Hold one of us lightly,— 
See from what a slender 
Stalk we bower in heavy blooms, 
And roundnpss rich and tender s 
Know you not our only 
Rival flower,—the human? 
Loveliest weight on lightest foot, 
Joy-abundant woman? 
