The Poetry Corner

Verses To Miss M. G ---- , Accompanied With A Dried Heliotrope, Which She Had Presented To The Author A Year Before.

By John Carr (Sir)

Time, since thou gav'st this flow'r to me, Has often turn'd his glass of sand; Perchance 'tis now unknown to thee That once its breath perfum'd thy hand. Oh, lovely maid! that thou may'st see How much thy gifts my care engage, I've sent the cherish'd flow'r to thee Without a blemish, but from age. Kiss but its leaves; - one kiss from thee, And all its sweetness 'twill regain; And, if I live in memory Thus honour'd, send it back again!