(If sound that shadow of a voice might be),
Which, murmuring round,

Seemed as though one discoursed displeasedly,
And then another

Answered in softer and more even speech;

It was the Heather

And this the converse that mine ear did reach.

GREENHOUSE HEATHS.

Gems of the sheltered bower are we;
What know we of wilding flowers like thee?

Thy rugged stem, hung with purple bells,
The tale of thy lowly lineage tells;

The group contains two of our wild native heaths and three foreign ones.