Mingling with the scented pea,
Hyacinths whose odour flows
Fondly to the grateful nose,
These, and many more, there be;
You should have them like a shot,
But I think you'd bettor not.
Science 'tis that bids me pause;
'Tis by her the tale is told
That, by Nature's mystic laws,
Blossoms are a frequent cause