Gone are the flowers, which bloomed so sweet and fair,
Where late I walked in Summer with delight;
Of all their beauties, Winter none would spare
Save these Eternals, that still charm the sight.
When fair Petunias lose their varied bloom,
And Pansies rich are buried 'neath the snow;
With fadeless colors these adorn our room,
And oft recall thy garden's beauteous show.
Thus do they love, and friendship symbolize,
As well as Summer's fair and fragrant flowers;
Amid the winter's gloom, and stormy skies,
To fancy picture still her blooming bowers;
And in their fadeless colors we may find
Emblems of feelings lasting as the mind.