And some of a royal purple, dusted with softest down.
Some of a creamy whiteness, touched to a rosy blush,
As the snow of the lovely Jungfrau glows with a sunset flush;
Some flame at the heart, pearl-petaled; and lavender-hued are some;
Yet each of them, crude or cultured, just a brave Chrysanthemum.
Roses.
It is summer, says a fairy,
Bring me tissue light and airy;
Bring me colors of the rarest,