For one, the amaryllis and the rose; <br /> The poppy, sweet as never lilies are; <br />The ripen'd vine, that beckons as it blows; <br /> The dancing star. <br /> <br />For one, the trodden rosemary and rue; <br /> The bowl, dipt ever in the purple stream <br />And, for the other one, a fairer due- <br /> Sleep, and no dream.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vers-demode/
