Welcome, maids of honour, <br />You do bring <br />In the Spring; <br />And wait upon her. <br /> <br />She has virgins many, <br />Fresh and fair; <br />Yet you are <br />More sweet than any. <br /> <br />You're the maiden posies; <br />And so graced, <br />To be placed <br />'Fore damask roses. <br /> <br />--Yet, though thus respected, <br />By and by <br />Ye do lie, <br />Poor girls, neglected.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-violets/
