"In Sussex and Devonshire superstition, yarrow was used for finding one's real sweetheart. [...] In a similar tradition in Wicklow, girls would pick yarrow on Hallow Eve and recite:
Thou pretty herb of Venus' tree, Thy true name is yarrow; Now who my bosom friend may be, Pray tell thou me to-morrow.
then retire for the night without speaking and go to sleep with an ounce of yarrow sewn in flannel under the pillow." (from Wikipedia)
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Date: 2024-06-26 03:59 am (UTC)Thou pretty herb of Venus' tree,
Thy true name is yarrow;
Now who my bosom friend may be,
Pray tell thou me to-morrow.
then retire for the night without speaking and go to sleep with an ounce of yarrow sewn in flannel under the pillow." (from Wikipedia)