Mignonette by Eliza Craven Green

MIGNONETTE by Eliza Craven Green

Sweet Mignonette! Thy simple flower
Has yet a charmed spell for me;
Its scent recalls a vanish'd hour,
Still dear to love and memory!
Soft in the hyacinthine sky
The moonlight and the twilight met,
And, faintly fragrant, wander' d by
The perfume of the mignonette.
The words then spoken death has seal'd
With tender, consecrating power;
Alas, what thoughts lie unreveal'd
In the dim fragrance of a flower!

Neglected Genius by Eliza Craven Green

Guardian Angel
No! not in vain has heaven bestowed
The gift of poesy,
Tho' all unhonor'd be thy lyre
By earthly praise or fee.
Humble and rude perchance thy lot,
Unmark'd, unknown thy name,
And songs that thrill thy secret heart,
Perish without their fame.
And thou may'st struggle with the world,
Amid the common throng,
And bear uncheer'd the common lot
Of toil, and grief, and wrong.
No heart may echo back thy thoughts,
No ear regard thy lay,
And all thy bright aspirings fade
With life itself away.
But deep within thy soul is hid
A talisman divine;
The jewelled Orient cannot boast
A treasure like to thine,—
A ray of that immortal light
Which sinless Eden knew,
Has left its glory on thy heart,
Its visions to imbue.
The spirit of the Beautiful
Is smiling by thy side,
An angel pilgrim evermore,
The Poet's steps to guide.
A cloud, a pebble, or a leaf,
Aye, even the simplest weed,
Seems blent with marvel and with joy
No other eye can heed.
Link'd with each bright intelligence
That haunts us though unseen,
Thy thoughts sublimed and purified
Spring from the rude—the mean
And sordid thralls of earth, to share
A transport undefin'd,
Snatched like Promethean light from heaven,
The sovereignty of mind.
Then chafe not, fret not, that thy lays
Die on the common ear,
Their music has an echo heard
Within a brighter sphere:
The unheeded wild flowers idly crush'd
Amid the vernal rain,
Give up their perfume to His throne
Who form'd them not in vain;
And not one pure or glorious thought
The Poet's heart may frame,
But is an incense-offering 
To the Eternal NAME!

May Bloom Eliza Craven Green

Wild flowers in Spring at Dawn
May Bloom Eliza Craven Green

Once I gather'd flowers enchanted,
Red and white, with perfume rare,
And I heard the fairy music,
Dulcet in the golden air.

All the skies were flush'd with dawn-light
As I trod the magic clime,
Gathering May-bloom, blithe and careless,
In the Morning-land of Time.'

But the Day came, stern and weary,
Giving thorns for blossoms fair,
And I lost the dewy path-way,
In the Noontide's desert bare.

Vainly, now, amid the Twilight,
Seek I for that fairy clime,—
Only Once we gather May-bloom
In the Morning-land of Time!

Esperance by Eliza Craven Green

Unseen a wild flower spent its life,
Winds caught its last perfume,
And now a thousand hills are rife
With its far-scattered bloom.
Speed on their angel way,
To cheer and soothe a thousand hearts 
That ask not whence the lay.

Thus songs, by unknown poets sung,
Speed on their angel way,
To cheer and soothe a thousand hearts 
That ask not whence the lay.

Enough that in their souls they hear
The echo of the strain,
A hope—a memory—a regret— 
Too sadly sweet for pain.

For this both flower and song were given,
Evangels—each divine;
Sing, Poet!—bloom, untended Flower!—
Heaven sayeth, "Ye are mine!"

Lavender and Roses by Eliza Craven Green

LAVENDER AND ROSES by Eliza Craven Green
I Ask'd thee once for summer flowers,
But none to cheer the Minstrel came,
Tho' roses in thy garden bowers
Were all a-glow with crimson flame.

Tho' pansies round thy borders trim
Showed violet and narcissus hues,
And "freaked with jet" and amber stains
Their velvet hoods thro' pearly dews.

Tho' climbing o'er thy sylvan porch,
Thro' clematis and sweet briar thorns,
The painted woodbine, saffron gilt,
Tassell'd her fairy bugle horns.
Tho' orange, azure, pink and snow
Shone forth in bells and blossoms fair,
Yet not one simple flowret came
To me with scent of woodland air.

I sighed, for in my heart of hearts
Thy valley in its beauty shone,
And in the city wilderness,
My path was barren, bleak, and lone.

But now I grieve not, for thy thought
Past lightly o'er each fading bloom,
And gave pale lavender, that brought
The spirit life of flowers' perfume.

A gentle incense, freshly pure
With grateful odour, lingering near,
Recalling with its charmed breath
Far distant scenes, for ever dear.
And thus, with more than gracious art,
The Lavender's dim azure shows
Calm friendship's type, as love usurps
The Orient splendor of the Rose.

Forget-Me-Not by Eliza Craven Green

The ForGet-Me-Not By Eliza CRaven Green

Beautiful Flowers
 I gaze upon ye till within mine eyes
Tears for departed pleasures sudden rise,
And Memory showers
Bound me bright glimpses of a happier lot,
Sweet talisman of flowers, Love's own Forget-me-Not!
Here, here I pine,
Worn in the same dull round of petty toil,
The wasting hours of faded youth decline,
And the grave opens for the coming spoil;
For the dim weariness that ceaseless preys
On the crush'd spirit with its blighting power,
Warneth the victim, and its long delays
Fetter the dark wing of the coming hour
When all shall pass away!—Yet why repine?
The Vale of Shadows is already mine,
And Death can lift the veil that shrouds the Light Divine.
To me there cometh none
Of the bright glory of the summer sun;
I know it shines but by the sudden glare
Cast on dull walls and gathered roofs: I bare
My fevered forehead to the heated air,
But feel no breath of Summer redolent;
It comes not here: where I am captive pent,
I have not gazed upon a springing flower
Or green grass-blade, that sparkles in the dew
Of fragrant morn, or to the passing showers
Yields up its incense breath. Oh, pleasures new,—
Bright memories of Eden! all in vain
Was given a spirit yearning to be free
In nature's sylvan haunts! Bright Poesy!
The wooed, the loved, and lost, in vain to me
Thy charmed laurel wreath " did rustling play •"
Light of my early dreams, even thou hath past away.
Like to the son-ray on the dungeon chain
Of some worn captive, come ye, lovely flowers,
Albeit no hand of mine had power to cull
Your opening blooms, yet are ye beautiful!
Ye picture forth
The green banks of some dark translucent pool
O'erhung by arching trees, for ever cool,
Where the bright earth
Is carpeted with moss and flowers that seem
The sweet creations of a fairy's dream.
In that fair spot,
Open'd your azure eyes, Oh charmed Forget-me-Not!
Blest be the hand that bore your radiant bloom
To gladden eyes that gaze but on the tomb!

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Basanta/Vasanta Ritu-Spring Season

Vasanta (Sanskrit: वसन्तः, Hindi: बसंत, Malayalam: വസന്തം, Punjabi: ਬਸਨ ﺑﺴﻨﺖ) or Basant is one of the six ritus (seasons) corresponding to spring.[1]
It is also short for Vasanta Panchami (Sanskrit: वसन्त पञ्चमी), an Indian festival celebrated every year on the fifth day (Panchami) of the Hindu month Magh (January–February), the first day of spring. In Marathi, it is called "VASANT RUTU HIRAWA". Vasanta means green season..
In Ferozepur (Punjab, India), Vasant is celebrated as most auspicious festival than any other. People from all over India gather here to feel the purity of this spring season. Vasant Panchami has its own joy and pleasure. Every year Kite Festival is celebrated in many states of India. But the border city (Ferozepur) marks the occasion on huge level of its seasonal significance.
Some of the Indian festivals have cultural significance, in addition to a religious significance (which can vary depend on the specific tradition), and are thus often celebrated by non-Hindus also in some form. These include Holi, Diwali and Raksha Bandhan in addition to Basant. Amir Khusro (1253-1325 CE) has composed songs using the word Basant (festival), and Nizamuddin Auliya used to join him in celebrating Basants of Sufis.[2]

Vasanta in India

Vasant is known as Basant Panchami in Punjab and Haryana.It is being celebrated in border city of Ferozepur as Kite Festival.It heralds the advent of spring. The festival is celebrated with full vivacity and festivity to mark the end of the winters. It is one of the first festivals of the Year and is celebrated all over India. On Vasant Pachami day all get up early in the morning, take bath and worship the sun, Mother Ganga, the Deity of the sacred river Ganges, and the earth. Men, women and girls wear yellow clothes. The yellow colour is a sign of auspiciousness and spirituality. It represents the ripening of the spring crops. Even the food is coloured yellow by using saffron. All the folk get together and sing songs connected with spring. Indeed, yellow colour is given special importance on this day. The goddess Saraswati is dressed in yellow garments and worshipped by men and women attired in yellow. In some traditional homes sweetmeats of yellowish hues are exchanged with relatives and friends, people wear yellow clothes, offer yellow flowers in worship and put a yellow, turmeric tilak on their forehead. They visit temples and offer prayers to various gods. At home, kesar halva, also yellow in color, is prepared. The yellow flowers of mustard crop covers the entire field in such a way that it seems as if gold is spread over the land glittering with the rays of the sun. Fields of mustard present a colourful sight all over rural Punjab. The Basant fair is held in many villages of the India. People put on yellow costumes appropriate to the season and eat boiled rice dyed in saffron.[4] Symbolizing greenery and reproduction, the event signifies sprouting of tender leaves and also filled-up granary with the recently-harvested crops.[5] It is traditional to fly kites on Basant. The phrase "Ayi Basant Pala Udant" (with the onset of spring season, winter bids adieu) holds true at this time of the year.[5] In Punjab the festival is called Basant Panchami. Kite flying is popular on this day in North India. The days leading to the festival represent busy times for Kite makers for the usually clear blue skies tend to be filled with kites of all colors.
The Goddess of Knowledge, Saraswati, is especially worshipped in Orissa, Bengal and Bihar. In Orissa with the onset of spring Capital city Bhubaneswar gear itself for celebration of the Vasant Panchami. The festival is celebrated with great fervor in the Cuttack, Bhubaneswar, Rourkela, Berhampur, and other major cities of the state.
Similarly in West Bengal Saraswati Puja is celebrated on a large scale. Throughout the state, Saraswati Puja is performed in schools, colleges as well as in homes. In all educational institutions, especially in music, arts and crafts institutions, Saraswati Puja is observed with devotion and reverence.

Vasant Ritucharya - Ayurvedic Health care in Spring
As per Ayurveda English months March. 15 to May. 15 ( Indian calender months of Chaitra and Vaishakh) constitute the Vasant Ritu.
Detoxifying in spring is an important part of the ayurvedic seasonal routine- "Ritucharya".
Spring is the Kapha season, because the wet and cool weather reflects the moist, cool, heavy qualities of Kapha dosha that predominate during this time of the year.
Biologically, nature supports cleansing of the body in spring. In winter the digestive fire is high, and people eat more sweet and heavy food. Most of the time they aren't able to assimilate these hard-to-digest foods, so Ama (the sticky, toxic product of indigestion) starts accumulating. When the warm weather melts the snow in spring, it has a similar effect on the body. In spring the Ama melts and the volume of Ama becomes so great that the 'shrotas'[the microcirculatory channels of the body]become clogged.Increased kapha is also liquified by the heat of sun which causes diminished agni (digestive activity) causing diseases
If you don't assist these toxins in moving out of the body, you can become prone to flu, colds and cough, or allergies.You might feel unusually fatigued, sluggish or drowsy after lunch, or lose your appetite. sharp headaches, dizziness, mild tremors in the limbs, and unexplained muscle aches, especially in the calf, can also be symptoms. Your tongue may be coated, and your throat may be sore. Spring is the best season for detoxification, because nature is already trying to clear out the toxins. It's the time to help the body to efficiently detoxify the channels and the dhatus [body tissues].
Diet and Lifestyle in Spring -
A Kapha pacifying diet and lifestyle is best. If you avoid eating heavy, cold, hard-to-digest foods, and avoid or reduce the sweet, sour, and salty tastes, your digestive system will be more efficient in burning away the accumulated Ama.

Sweet juicy fruits can help cleanse the body, although they should be eaten before sunset, as they have a Kapha-increasing effect after the sun goes down. And you can add spices to your food -- such as coriander, cumin, turmeric, and fennel -- to help stimulate the digestion and detoxify the skin.
In spring you can sip hot (if you are a Pitta body type or have a Pitta imbalance then drink warm) water to help melt the Ama (digestive impurities) that have accumulated. Daily exercise, and avoiding day sleep will also help.

Festivals of Besant

Ugadi, Gudhi Padwa, Holi, Rama Navami, Vishu/RongaliBihu/Baisakhi/Tamil Puthandu, Hanuman Jayanti

Months included in Besant/Vesant(Dates for months are not exact as they are calculated in a different way than in Western calender)

Phalguna-March 21st to April 20st
Chitra-April 21stnd to May 20th

When yellow flowers bloom...
The festival of Vasant Panchami is a celebration of the arrival of spring, the season when love blossoms, notes KAMALA BALACHANDRAN