This peach is pink with such a pink <br />As suits the peach divinely; <br />The cunning colour rarely spread <br />Fades to the yellow finely; <br />But where to spy the truest pink <br />Is in my Love's soft cheek, I think. <br /> <br />The snowdrop, child of windy March, <br />Doth glory in her whiteness; <br />Her golden neighbours, crocuses, <br />Unenvious praise her brightness! <br />But I do know where, out of sight, <br />My sweetheart keeps a warmer white.<br /><br />Norman Rowland Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-peach-is-pink-with-such-a-pink/
