NATURE has fashioned as fair Which of her posies ?
Man in his choicest parterre Treasures his roses.
Rose of the garden, by man beguiled Thou hast grown double in art ; Sweet, single rose of the woodland wild, I can see straight to thy heart.
Dearest art thou when the day Wanes in the west, Luring young lovers to stray Forth in thy quest ; Till with her golden heart sighing perfume, Her cheek faint flushing above, They have found and plucked the perfect bloom Of the deathless rose of love. A. P. G.