Poems (Baldwyn)/To Harriet B———

by Augusta Baldwyn

TO HARRIET B———.

Knowest thou the flower that closes its bright eye
Soon as the morning blushes in the sky;
But in the midnight darkness doth expand,
To throw its fragrance o'er the silent land?

E'en thus thy friendship, in the gloomy hour,
Sheds sweeter odour than the night's own flower;
It bloom'd not for me when 'twas bright above,
But gave in sorrow all its priceless love.