
Cransmigration. 


TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SAID sHE “ WISHED SHE WAS A FLOWER.” 

Anon. 
fh be a flower! which would you be, 
A snow-drop, or a violet 2 

The pink-eyed humble daisy, 


Or richly-scented mignonette ? 



Or daffodil in Spring so gay, 
That children sing “grows in a well 2” 


Or clustered blossoms of sweet May, 
Or woodland bunches of blue-bell 2 



Or jasmine, all so snowy. white, 
That climbs up to my lady’s bower? 
Or star of Bethlehem’s golden light, 
Or the sweet woodbine’s roving flower 2 





There is a little azure eye 
That peeps around the peasants cot, 


And whispers in soft melody, 


“ Forget me not—forget me not.” 







