VERSES TO MISS M. G——,ACCOMPANIED WITH A DRIED HELIOTROPE,Which she had presented to the Author a Year before.Time, since thou gav’st this flow’r to me,Has often turn’d his glass of sand;Perchance ’tis now unknown to theeThat once its breath perfum’d thy hand.Oh, lovely maid! that thou may’st seeHow much thy gifts my care engage,I’ve sent the cherish’d flow’r to theeWithout a blemish, but from age.Kiss but its leaves;—one kiss from thee,And all its sweetness ’twill regain;And, if I live in memoryThus honour’d, send it back again!
Which she had presented to the Author a Year before.
Time, since thou gav’st this flow’r to me,Has often turn’d his glass of sand;Perchance ’tis now unknown to theeThat once its breath perfum’d thy hand.Oh, lovely maid! that thou may’st seeHow much thy gifts my care engage,I’ve sent the cherish’d flow’r to theeWithout a blemish, but from age.Kiss but its leaves;—one kiss from thee,And all its sweetness ’twill regain;And, if I live in memoryThus honour’d, send it back again!