





280 
POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
CAPTIVE. 
The pink can no one justly slight, 
The gardene r’s favorite flower ; 
He sets it now beneath the light, 
Now shields it from its power. 
Yet, tis not pomp, who o’er the rest 
In splendour shines, can make me blest 3 
It is a still small flower. 
VIOLET. 
ZX stand concealed, and bending low, 
And do not love to speak ; 
Yet will IT, as ’tis fitting now, 
My wonted silence break, 
Hor if ’tis I, thou gallant man, 
Thy heart desires, thine, if I can, 
My perfumes all ’ make. 
CAPTIVE. 
The violet I esteem indeed, 
So modest and so kind ; 
Its fragrance sweet yet more I need, 
To soothe mine anguished mind, 
To you the truth will I confess 3 
Here, ’mid this rocky dreariness, 
My love I ne’er shall find. 
ia a ee ee 
