SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 227 
WEEPING WILLOW.— Forsaken. 
All that it hoped, 
My heart believed ; 
And when most trusting, 
Was most deceived. 
A shadow has fallen 
O’er my young years ; 
And hopes, when brightest, 
Are quenched in tears. 
Mrs. Jamieson. 
But thou, where’er thy choice may lead, 
Unmindful of the wreck it makes, 
One heart shall follow thee with prayer, 
And bless thee while for thee it breaks. 
Da Ponte. 
SORROWFUL GERANIUM.— Sorrowful Remembrances. 
But can I answer back, 
When all my thoughts are of the changed, the dead— 
When I can feel no more the radiance shed 
O’er youth and hope’s bright track ? 
Alas ! thy looks but thrill my heart to meet 
All the past glances that were once so sweet. 
Farewell! I love thy tone, 
Thy cheerful smile, as one would love to see 
The sunlight gilding river, hill, and tree, 
Though his own path were lone ; 
But cast thy bright hopes on another’s shrine, 
They mingle not with drooping thoughts like mine. 
L. H. 
Breakfast on rubies, and on guineas sup 
Yet all thy life the sport of laughing girls, 
And forced at last to give thy treasures up. 
