




66 
THE BOUQUET. 


LARKSPUR. 
DELPHINIUM CONSOLIDUM. 
Fickleness. 
O, acony! keen agony, 
For trusting heart to find 
That vows believed were vows conceived 
As light as summer wind. 
O, agony! fierce agony, 
For loving heart to brook, 
In one brief hour, the withering power 
Of unimpassioned look. 
O, agony! deep agony, 
For heart that’s proud and: high, 
To learn of Fate how desolate 
It may be ére it die. 
O, agony! sharp agony, 
To find how loath to part 
With the fickleness and faithlessness 
That break a trusting heart ! 
W. MoruERweE.Lu. 
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