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The first wild-flower of the spring is like land after sea. Of these two, the latter is perhaps more immediately exciting on first discovery; because it does not, like the epigaea, exhibit its buds all winter, but opens its blue eyes almost as soon as it emerges from the ground.
God forgive all your sins, many as they are, if you disobey grandmother's wicked commands about my darling!" "Ha! wild-flower, you have been listening?"
Here I must say a word about a little follower, present even now before my eyes. I have been accompanied on my whole journey from Barnegat to Pike's peak by a pleasant floricultural friend, or rather millions of friends nothing more or less than a hardy little yellow five-petal'd September and October wild-flower, growing I think everywhere in the middle and northern United States.
She gave him that pure, soul-driven, child's strong look again, exerting all the influence she had ever felt she exercised over him. Nevertheless he kissed her for the first time: "To-day, bonito, I dare to kiss thee. Believe me, my kiss is a tender one." "Yes, sir. There is something like a father in it. Oh, my father, art thou in heaven?" "If there be such a place, wild-flower, I think he is."
"All right," he agreed instantly, "but if you don't like my line of talk, you're the first girl I ever met that didn't." "You have my sympathy," said Linda gravely. "You have been extremely unfortunate." Then she started the Bear Cat, and again running at undue speed she reached her wild-flower garden.
Folkard quotes an ancient ballad of Austrian Silesia which recounts how a young girl mourned for seven years the loss of her lover, who had fallen in war. But when her friends tried to console her, and to procure for her another lover, she replied, "I shall cease to weep only when I become a wild-flower by the wayside."
But that Harry Oswald's sister that Edie, his own precious delicate little Edie, a dainty English wild-flower of the tenderest, should be transplanted from her own appreciative home to such a chilly and ungenial soil as that the very idea of it was horribly unspeakable. 'But, Ernest, Edie answered, breaking in upon his bitter meditation, 'I assure you I wouldn't mind it a bit.
A dozen times she ran with little, bird-like cries to bend above some opening wild-flower, a space she spent in watching two intently busy king-birds, already fashioning their nest.
Amidst the fragrant reed and the wild-flower, still sweet though fading, and tufts of tedded grass, all of which, when crushed beneath the foot, sent a mingled tribute to its sparkling waves, the wild stream took its gladsome course, now contracted by gloomy firs, which, bending over the water, cast somewhat of their own sadness upon its surface; now glancing forth from the shade, as it "broke into dimples and laughed in the sun;" now washing the gnarled and spreading roots of some lonely ash, which, hanging over it still and droopingly, seemed the hermit of the scene to moralize on its noisy and various wanderings; now winding round the hill and losing itself at last amidst thick copses, where day did never more than wink and glimmer, and where, at night, its waters, brawling through their stony channel, seemed like a spirit's wail, and harmonized well with the scream of the gray owl wheeling from her dim retreat, or the moaning and rare sound of some solitary deer.
And in my early manhood, in lines descriptive of a gloomy solitude, I disguised my own sensations in the following words: Here wisdom might abide, and here remorse! Here too, the woe-worn man, who weak in soul, And of this busy human heart aweary, Worships the spirit of unconscious life, In tree, or wild-flower. Gentle lunatic!
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