• There is a flower that Bees prefer —

    And Butterflies — desire —

    To gain the Purple Democrat

    The Humming Bird — aspire —


    And Whatsoever Insect pass —

    A Honey bear away

    Proportioned to his several dearth

    And her — capacity —


    Her face be rounder than the Moon

    ...

  • We should not mind so small a flower —

    Except it quiet bring

    Our little garden that we lost

    Back to the Lawn again.


    So spicy her Carnations nod —

    So drunken, reel her Bees —

    So silver steal a hundred flutes

    From out a hundred trees —


    That whoso sees this little flower...

  • I hide myself within my flower,

    That wearing on your breast,

    You, unsuspecting, wear me too —

    And angels know the rest.


    I hide myself within my flower,

    That, fading from your vase,

    You, unsuspecting, feel for me
    ...