TO THE PASSION FLOWER. WELL art thou named-thou warm-hued Passion Flower, Of that wild passion, Love:- for thou dost change, Aye, as the fairest maiden whose young heart Oh! ye are coy and proud-but beautiful- Among your varied tribes. Some of ye, pale,+ * Alluding to the Passion-flower only expanding in sunshine. †The White, or, as it is sometimes called, Blue Passion-flower, grows in luxuriant profusion about cottages in the south of England, and more especially in the Isle of Wight. Of many a cottage in our own dear land, The natives of our soil; but, like ye, deign And some of ye are bright as the young clouds That blush with joy to see the sun arise. Such was the flower named after Her, whose loss The isles long wept; alas! too true a type And how fantastic ye do sometimes go! With nect'ries like to hair that stands on end, Gorgeously beautiful. I close mine eyes, In those scarce-trodden wilds, and forests vast, * One of the most brilliant red Passion-flowers chanced to be first brought to England on the birth-day of the late Princess Charlotte, and thence was called Passiflora Princeps. |