An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not-too-French French bean.
Though the Philistines may jostle, you will rank as an apostle in the high æsthetic band,
If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your mediæval hand.
And every one will say,
As you walk your flowery way,
“If he’s content with a vegetable love, which would certainly not suit me,
Why, what a most particularly pure young man this pure young man must be!”
W. S. Gilbert.
TOO LATE!
“Ah! si la jeunesse savait,—si la vieillesse pouvait!”