
























THE BOUQUET. 

CHINA ASTER. 
ASTER CHINENSIS. 
Variety is charming. 
Tar loveliness, ever in motion, which plays 
Like the light upon autumn’s soft, shadowy days, 
Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies 
From the lip to the cheek, from the cheek to the 
eyes ; 
Now melting in mist, and now breaking in gleams, 
Like the glimpses a saint has of heaven in his 
dreams. 
When pensive, it seemed as if that very grace, 
That charm of all others, was born with her face ; 
If tenderness touched her, the dark of her eye 
At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, 
From the depths of whose shadow, like holy re- 
vealings 
From innermost shrines, came the light of her 
feelings. 
Then her mirth — O, *t was sportive as ever took 
wing 
From the heart with a purst, like the wild bird in 
spring; 
Illumed by a wit, that could fascinate sages, 
Yet playful as Peris just loosed from their cages. 
Moore. 


























