Of the bowered cottage which I bade thee mark, When by the hamlet last, Through dim wood-lanes we passed, While dews were glancing to the glowworm's spark Haste! to my pillow bear Those fragrant things and fair, My hand no more may bind them up at eve Yet shall their odor soft One bright dream round me waft Of life, youth, summer- all that I must leave. I bid mine image dwell (Oh! break thou not the spell!) In the deep wood and by the fountain side; Thou must not, my beloved! Rove where we two have roved, Forgetting her that in her spring-time died. THE CYPRESS WREATH. SIR V. SCOTT. O, lady, twine no wreath for me, Let merry England proudly rear Let Albin bind her bonnet blue With heath and hare-bell dipped in dew; On favored Erin's crest be seen The flower she loves of emerald green But, lady, twine no wreath for me, Pity, the offspring of Love and Sorrow, wore on her head a garland composed of her father's myrtles, twined with her mother's cypress.' AITKEN. THE COWSLIP. This flower probably derived its name from the similitude between its perfume and the breath of the cow. It is a beautiful white and yellow flower and grows luxuriantly in the open fields. ANON. Unfolling to the breeze of May, SHAKSPEARE. The cowslip's tall her pensioners be; In those freckles live their savors. I must go and seek some dewdrops here, I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, It is the same! it is the very scent That bland, yet luscious meadow-breathing sweet.' |