
THE BOUQUET. 



PRIMROSE — EVENING, 
CENOTHERA ODORATA. 



Inconstancy. 

Go forth again, inconstant one ; 
Go forth, amid proud fashion’s throng — 
May a fair sky —a pleasant sun 
Be thine, to light thy step along ; 
No malison shall rest on thee, 
Although that vow so soon was broken ; 
Yet thou shalt hear no curse from me, 
No word unmanly shall be spoken: 
Forget my heart, forget my lyre, — 
Forget them with our pleasures gone; 
Kindled and quenched hath been love’s fire, 
Yet I forgive thee —- speed thee on. 
J..F. Rocurs. 















O, COLD inconstancy! 
This is not woman’s love; her love should be 
A feeling pure and holy as the flame 
The vestal virgin kindles; fresh as flowers 
The spring has but just colored ; Innocent 
As the young dove, and changeless as the faith 
The martyr seals in blood. 






L. E. Lanpon. 



