LOVE-LETTERS MADE OF FLOWERS. ON A PRINT OF ONE OF THEM IN A BOOK. A BY LEIGH HUNT. N exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss, This art of writing billet-doux In buds, and odors, and bright hues ! What delight, in some sweet spot Growing one's own choice words and fancies To guard from blight as well as bathos, A letter comes just gathered. We Of balm and pea, and its confessions (To keep its remarks fresh,) go round Of Look at me and Call me to you (Words, that while they greet, go through you), Of Thoughts, of Flames, Forget-me-not, |