






THE BOUQUET. 
LOVE-IN-A-MIST. 
NIGELLA DAMASCENA. 
You puzzle me. 
You say that you love me ; 
Yet say it with tears; 
Alternately waking 
My hopes and my fears! 
You smile on my passion, 
You pout as you smile ; 
And you turn from my touch, 
While my heart you beguile. 
You bid me begone! 
And you frown if I go. 
Your blushes say, ‘ Yes!’ 
While your tongue murmurs, ‘ No!? 
You kiss me, and vow 
That you hate to be kissed! 
Ah! truly I’m nothing 
But ‘ love in a mist.? 
Mrs. Oscoop. 


