POETRY OF FLOWERS. 177 
And I will then the laurel twine, 
Unmingled with the columbine. 
THE EARLY SNOWDROP. 
Emererne from its wintry tomb, 
See the spotless snowdrop peep,— 
Burst the ice-bound earth, and bloom, 
While more tender flowrets sleep. 
Pledge of the genial coming year, 
Amid the gloom of winter gay, 
Smiling through the morning tear,— 
The tribute tear of early day. 
Death awaits thy faultless form,— 
Less beauteous flowers safe may blossom 5 
Thus I snatch thee from the storm, 
To grace my lovely Anna’s bosom. 
THE NIGHT-BLOWING CEREUS. 
Farr flower, whose coy and diffident revealings 
Bloom to the gaze of pensive Night alone; 
Thou seem’st a record of my wayward feelings,— 
Hor when life’s glittering sunbeams round me 
shone, 
12] Q 




