


THE ‘BOUQUET. 
LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING. 
AMARANTHUS HYPOCHONDRICUS. 
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Hopeless, not heariless. 
I po not ask to offer thee . 
A timid love like mine ; 
J lay it as the rose is laid 
On some immortal shrine. 
T have no hope in loving thee 5 
I only ask to loye ; 
I brood upon my silent heart, 
As on its nest the dove. 
But little have I been beloved, 
Sad, silent, and alone ; 
And yet I feel, in loving thee, 
The wide world is mine own. 
Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, 
Thy face is on my sleep ; 
I only ask, that love like this 
May pray for thee and weep. | 
L. E, Lanpow. | 

