Oblong blossoms white as froth;

Or mottled like the tiger-moth;

Or brindled as the brows of death;

Wild of hue and wild of breath.

Here ethereal flame and milk

Blent with velvet and with silk;

Here an iridescent glow

Mixed with satin and with snow:

Pansy, poppy and the pale

Serpolet and galingale;

Mandrake and anemone,

Honey-reservoirs o' the bee;

Cistus and the cyclamen,—

Cheeked like blushing Hebe this,

And the other white as is

Bubbled milk of Venus when

Cupid's baby mouth is pressed,

Rosy, to her rosy breast.

And, besides, all flowers that mate

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