

POETRY OF FLOWERS. 

















THE VIOLET. 
A v1oLET blossomed on the green, 
With lowly stem, and bloom unseen ; 
#hi ! i It was a sweet, wee flower. 
i] Hy i: A shepherd maiden came that way 
ie i With lightsome step, and aspect gay, 
ts! | Came near, came near, 
Pa vid Came o’er the green with song. 

Ah ! thought the violet, might I be 
The fairest flower on all the lea, 
Ah! but for one brief hour ; 
And might be pluck’d by that dear maid, 
And gently on her bosom laid, 
Ah but, ah but, 
A few dear moments long. 
Alas ! the maiden, as she pass’d, 
No eye upon the violet cast ; 
She crush’d the poor, wee flower; 
It sank, and dying, heaved no sigh, | 
And if I die, at least I die 
i By her, by her, 
ip Beneath her feet I die. 

