Said the Violet to the Aster
All on a summer's day:
“Your colour is the same as mine,
Come marry me, I pray;
Your bridesmaids shall be lilies,
A rose the vested priest,
And harebells ring the changes
To call us to the feast.”
Said the Aster to the Violet:
“What shall the dowry be,
And what my stated fortune,
If I should marry thee?”
“Your fortune?” sang the Violet,
“The fragrance of my breath!”
The Aster swayed and murmured:
“I will be yours till death!”