Sister, sister, what dost thou twine? I am weaving a wreath of the wild Woodbine; I have streaked it without like the sunset hue, And silvered it white with the morning dew: And there is not a perfume which on the breeze blows From the lips of the Pink or the mouth of the Rose, That’s sweeter than mine--that’s sweeter than mine: I have mingled them all in my wild Woodbine. _Miller._ * * * * * A Honeysuckle, on the sunny side, Hung round the lattices its fragrant trumpets. _Miss Landon._ * * * * * Ah! could you look into my heart, And watch your image there! You would own the sunny loveliness Affection makes it wear. _Mrs. Osgood._ * * * * * The pensive soul with ardent thirsting turns To heaven and earth to seek its fill of love. _MacKellar._ * * * * * Oh! there is one affection which no stain Of earth can ever darken;--when two find, The softer and the manlier, that a chain Of kindred taste has fastened mind to mind. ’Tis an attraction from all sense refined; The good can only know it; ’tis not blind, As love is unto baseness; its desire Is but with hands entwined to lift our being higher. _Percival._ COWSLIP.... _Pensiveness_. The solitary Cowslip was known to the old English poets as the “sweet nun of the fields,” and has been immortalized in “Shakspeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream.” In America, the Cowslip may be found from Maine to Missouri. Its hues are not gaudy, but winning; and the whole appearance of the flower, as it blooms in some solitary vale, or on some gentle slope, expresses the idea of pensive beauty. * * * * * The rose its blushes need not lend, Nor yet the lily with them blend, To captivate my eyes: Give me a cheek the heart obeys, And, sweetly mutable, displays Its feelings as they rise; Features, where pensive, more than gay, Save when a rising smile doth play, The sober thoughts you see; Eyes that all soft and tender seem, And kind affections round them beam, But most of all on me. _Frisbie._ * * * * * There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young,) There is a kindly mood of melancholy That wings the soul, and points her to the skies. _Dyer._ * * * * *