THE GOSSIPS

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.


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