I'll show you how the Bride, fair Isis, they invest."
Here the poet resorts to the garden for his decorative wreath, but is careful, as we shall see, to eschew "florist's flowers," and to select only our dear old favourites:—
"The red, the dainty white, the gaudy Damask Rose,
The brave Carnation, then, of sweet and sovereign power
(So of his colour called, although a July flower),
With the other of his kind, the speckled and the pale;
Then the odoriferous Pink that sends forth such a gale
Of sweetness, yet in scents as various as in sorts;
The purple Violet then the Pansy there supports;
The Marigold above t' adorn the arched bar;