A Bouquet

Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel,

A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers;

A Lily next, and by its spotless bell

Place the bright Iris, darling of the showers;

Set gold Nasturtiums, Elder blooms between,

And Heart's-ease to the Orchis marry sweetly;

Then with red Pinks, and slips of Evergreen,

You will possess — all folded up discreetly —

In one bouquet, that none but you may know,

The name I love beyond all names below.