




80 
THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
SONGS AND CHORUS OF THE 
FLOWERS. 
BY LEIGH HUNT. 
ROSES. 
WE are blushing roses, 
Bending with our f fulness, 
*Midst our close-capp’d sister budg 
Warming the green coolness 
Whatsoe’er of beauty 
Yearns and yet reposes, 
Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, 
Teok a shape in roses. 
Flold one of us lightly,— 
See from what a slender 
Stalk we bower in heavy blooms, 
And roundness rich and tenders 
Know you not our only 
Rivai flower,—ihe human? 
Loveliest weight on lightest foot, 
Joy-abundant woman ? 


















