
80 THE BOUQUET. 

MYRTLE, 
Myrtus COMMUNIS. 

Love in absence. 
MyRrtL£ green, 
That maidens think a charm for constant love, 
And give night kisses to it, and so dream. 
CROLY. 
I miss thee each Jone hour, 
Star of my heart! 
No other voice hath power 
Joy to impart. 
IT listen for thy hasty step, 
Thy kind, sweet tone ; 
But sorrowing silence whispers me, 
Thou art alone! 



Darkness is on the hearth — 
Nought do I say; 
Books are but little worth — 
Thou art away! 
Voices, the true and kind, 
Strange are to me; 
T have lost heart and mind, 
Thinking of thee. 
Mrs. Scorr. 









