



96 THE BOUQUET. 

POPPY — RED. 
PAPAVER RHGAS. 
Forgetfulness, or Consolation. 
Wii you drink of this fountain, and sorrow 
forget ? 
Has the past been so blest that you hesitate yet, 
Can love, when ’tis slighted, still cherish a token, 
Or hearts still forgive,that unkindness has broken ? 
Tf you will not call woe and reproach on his name, 
Forget him; for honor, for pride, and for shame; 
And if passive, resist every feeble endeavor, 
Drink deep of the wave, and forget it forever! 
PERCIVAL 
ComE, press my lips, and lie with me 
Beneath the lonely alder-tree, 
And we will dream a pleasant sleep, 
And not a care shall dare intrude 
Upon the marble solitude, 
So peaceful and so deep. 
H. K. Waite. 
SLEEP, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care. 
SHAKSPEARE, 





