The Violet invited my kiss. I kiss'd it and called it my bride; "Was ever one slighted like this?" Sighed the Rose as it stood by my side. My heart ever open to grief, To comfort the fair one I turned; "Of fickle ones thou art the chief!" Frown'd the Violet, and pouted and mourned. Then to end all disputes, I entwined The love-stricken blossoms in one; But that instant their beauty declined, And I wept for the deed I had done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: TO THE READER (2) by WILLIAM BASSE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |