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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Even now what affections the violet awakes! 
What loved little islands, twice seen in then 
lakes, 
Can the wild water-lily restore! 
What landscapes I read in the primrose’s looks, j, £ 
And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy ^ 
brooks, gad: 
In the vetches that tangled their shore ! Oi 
Earth’s cultureless buds, to my heart ve were The 
dear, Y 
Ere the fever of passion, or ague.of fear, And 
Had scathed my existence’s bloom ; Fi 
Once I welcome you more, in life’s passionless 
With the visions of youth to revisit my age, ‘ 
And I wish you to grow on my tomb. a ” 
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