Poems (Charlotte Allen)/To a Lady with a Bouquet

by Charlotte Allen

TO A LADY, WITH A BOUQUET.

To you these little flowers I send,
 As they your favorites are;
Accept them from your humble friend,
 They her best wishes bear.

I culled them ere the morning Sun
 Had kissed the dew away;
But fear before the day is done,
 Their beauty will decay.

Though frail their birth, do not refuse
 The offering which I bring,
Or the efforts of my erring muse,
 On fancy's airy wing.

And if sometimes a thought of me
 Should o'er thy senses steal,
Oh may these flowers be to thee
 Fond memory's brightest seal.