It may well be said of blossoms Dumb flowers often in their silent kind
More than quick words do move a woman's mind.
Since the days when the Creator made this earth beautiful with fragrant blossoms poetic fancy and sacred tradition have combined to weave some of the daintiest of all legendary lore around them. So that it is little wonder that lovers have ever used them to convey those tender messages and sentiments which flower-lore interprets.
In eastern and southern lands, especially, flowers have for centuries been employed as a medium of romantic intercourse. The myriad lovers of Turkey, Persia, and Greece were singularly ingenious in the art of conversing in the language of flowers; hence it is that to these countries we owe so many of the legends which still survive to-day.
From the wonderful "Dream-Book" of Artemidorus we learn how much attention was formerly paid to flower-lore, since each individual flower in the wreaths of the ancients was supposed to convey some particular meaning. It is certain that each wreath, whether laurel, bay, parsley, or roses, had its own special meaning, and garlands were always conspicuous in the emblematic devices of the old-world races.