



THE BOUQUET. 
WEEPING WILLOW. 
SALIX BABYLONICA. 
Forsaken. 
— Love is oft a fatal spell, 
That sweetly soothes but to betray, — 
Let not the soft enchantment will 
Your heart away. 
A garland of the cypress tree, 
Or weeping willow wreath, may well 
Its emblem be. J. Mancoum. 
Sap doom — at sorrow’s shrine to kneel, 
Forever covetous to feel, 
And impotent to bear; 
Such once was his—to think and think 
On blighted love, and only sink 
From anguish to despair: 
But nature, with benignant part, 
Hath, in the silence of his heart, 
To faith a cradle given; 
Calm as the dewdrop, free to rest 
Within the rose’s tranquil breast, 
Till it exhales to heaven. 
WORDSWORTH. 

