O'er which the wind might gladly take a pleasant sleep,
But that 'tis ever startled by the leap
Of buds into fresh flowers.
Keats.
40. The clematis, all graceful and fair;
You may set it like pearls in the folds of your hair.
Mrs. A. M. Wells.
41. The tulip,
Whose passionate leaves with their ruby glow
Hide the heart that is burning and black below.