







POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Love-lies-bleeding all around— 
Speed thee! dangerous vagrant !—po! 
Where yon fountain sparkles clear, 
Low beneath its willowy shade, 
Nurslings of one parent born, 
Love and Idleness have played. 
Where yon wild-rose flaunts her flowers, 
(Once its garlands bound my hair,) 
Changed for me those sunny hours, 
Thou thy thorn hast planted there. 
Frailest Woodbine, all untwined, 
‘Wanders here forlorn and free ; 
Emblems of the maiden’s mind, 
Who has placed her trust in thee. 
Ifow, within my calm retreat, 
Could thy truant footsteps stray P 
Bowed beneath thy breath’s control, 
Did my steadiest fence give way. 
Passion’s-flowers are past and gone: 
Still around one lovely spot, 
All her turquoise gem unchanged, 
Blooms the meek Forget-me-not. 
