POETRY OF FLOWERS. 79 
This bonnie wee flower grew naked and bare, 
And its wee leaves shrank in the frozen air; 
Wild darnel and nettle sprang rank from the 
ground, 
Buttherose and white lilies were droppingaround; 
And this bonnie blue flower hung down its wee 
head, 
And the bright morning sun flung his beams on 
its bed, 
And the pale stars look’d forth—but the wee 
flower was dead. 
AUTUMN FLOWERS. 
TuHosE few pale Autumn flowers! 
How beautiful they are ! 
Than all that went before, 
Than all the summer store, 
How lovelier far ! 
And why ?—They are the dast— 
The last !—the last !—the last ! 
O, by that little word, 
How many thoughts are stirred ! 
That sister of the past ! 
Pale flowers !—Pale perishing flowers ! 
Ye're types of precious things ; 

