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!