POETRY OF FLOWERS. 49 
Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight 
Subdued the impatient boy ; 
He gazed, he thrilled with deep delight, 
Then clapp’d his wings for joy. 
And, “O !” he cried, “of magic kind, 
What charms this throne endear ! 
Some other love let Venus find— 
T’ll fix my empire here.” 
ON A FADED VIOLET, 
Tue odour from the flower is gone $ 
Which, like thy kisses, breathed on me ! 
The colour from the flower is flown, 
Which glow’d of thee, and only thee! 
A shrivell’d lifeless, vacant form, 
It lies on my abandoned breast, 
And mocks the heart which yet is warm, 
With cold and silent rest, 
I weep—my tears revive it not! 
I sigh—it breathes no more on me; 
Its mute and uncomplaining lot 
Is such as mine should be. 
12) H 




