I dreamt the Roses one time went To meet and sit in Parliament: The place for these, and for the rest Of flowers, was thy spotlesse breast: Over the which a State was drawne Of Tiffanie, or Cob-web Lawne; Then in that Parly, all those powers Voted the Rose; the Queen of flowers. But so, as that her self should be The maide of Honour unto thee.
|
Other Poems of Interest...
|
|