Orchis (F. B. Doveton).
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Ballade of Pôt-Pourri.
Oriental, and fragile, and old
Is the pôt-pourri bowl you see there;
Dreamy odours—romances untold
It confides to this latter-day air.
Ghosts of laughter, of love, and despair,
Dim strains of a quaint minuet
Bnd a gallant’s low words to his fair—