Ho, the Rose breathes of love! Ho, the Rose lifts the cup
To the red lips of Cypris invoked for a guest!
Ho, the Rose, having curled its sweet leaves for the world,
Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up,
As they laugh to the wind as it laughs from the west!
And Mr. J. A. Symonds (1883):—
The Praise of Roses.
If Zeus had willed it so
That o'er the flowers one flower should reign a queen,
I know, ah well I know