RHODOCLEIA, flowers of spring I have woven in a ring; Take this wreath, my offering. Here's the lily, here the rose Her full chalice shall disclose; Frail narcissus; wet with dew, Wind-flower, and the violet blue. Wear the garland I have made; Crowned with it, put pride away; This wreath that blooms to-day must fade; Thou thyself must fade some day. |