
THE BOUQUET. 

COREOPNIS. 
CoREOPSIS ARKANSA,. 
Love at first sight. 
Let no one say, that there is need 
Of time, for love to grow ; 
Ah, no! the love that kills, indeed, 
Dispatches at a blow. 
The spark, which but by slow degrees 
Is nursed into a flame, 
Is habit, friendship, what you please ; 
But love is not its name. 
For love, to be completely true, 
It death at sight should deal ; 
Should be tle first one ever knew ; 
In short, be that I feel. 
To write, to sigh, and to converse, 
For years to play the fool — 
?T is to put passion out to nurse, 
And send one’s heart to school. 
From the Spanish of Lope DE VEGA. 
Translated by LorD HouLaNnD. 



