THE GOSSIPS
Therose bud that grew by the settle,Bowed low to the gossiping thrusts;The poet was praising the nettle,The nettle that nobody trusts.The pansies were painted in postures,The poppies have stood on their toes;But long before mention of MosesHer rivals have flouted the rose.Oh! Sweetness a-sway by the settle,Be still on thy beautiful stem;For love never clung to the nettle—The nettle that burns to condemn.Fear not for a moment’s defection,Though pansies and poppies may pose;For after a bit of reflectionThe rover returns to the rose.
Therose bud that grew by the settle,Bowed low to the gossiping thrusts;The poet was praising the nettle,The nettle that nobody trusts.The pansies were painted in postures,The poppies have stood on their toes;But long before mention of MosesHer rivals have flouted the rose.Oh! Sweetness a-sway by the settle,Be still on thy beautiful stem;For love never clung to the nettle—The nettle that burns to condemn.Fear not for a moment’s defection,Though pansies and poppies may pose;For after a bit of reflectionThe rover returns to the rose.
Therose bud that grew by the settle,Bowed low to the gossiping thrusts;The poet was praising the nettle,The nettle that nobody trusts.
Therose bud that grew by the settle,
Bowed low to the gossiping thrusts;
The poet was praising the nettle,
The nettle that nobody trusts.
The pansies were painted in postures,The poppies have stood on their toes;But long before mention of MosesHer rivals have flouted the rose.
The pansies were painted in postures,
The poppies have stood on their toes;
But long before mention of Moses
Her rivals have flouted the rose.
Oh! Sweetness a-sway by the settle,Be still on thy beautiful stem;For love never clung to the nettle—The nettle that burns to condemn.
Oh! Sweetness a-sway by the settle,
Be still on thy beautiful stem;
For love never clung to the nettle—
The nettle that burns to condemn.
Fear not for a moment’s defection,Though pansies and poppies may pose;For after a bit of reflectionThe rover returns to the rose.
Fear not for a moment’s defection,
Though pansies and poppies may pose;
For after a bit of reflection
The rover returns to the rose.