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,