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-striken blossoms in one;
But that instant their beauty declined,
And I wept for the deed I had done!