To a garden full of posies <br />Cometh one to gather flowers; <br />And he wanders through its bowers <br />Toying with the wanton roses, <br />Who, uprising from their beds, <br />Hold on high their shameless heads <br />With their pretty lips a-pouting, <br />Never doubting - never doubting <br />That for Cytherean posies <br />He would gather aught but roses. <br /> <br />In a nest of weeds and nettles, <br />Lay a violet, half hidden; <br />Hoping that his glance unbidden <br />Yet might fall upon her petals. <br />Though she lived alone, apart, <br />Hope lay nestling at her heart, <br />But, alas! the cruel awaking <br />Set her little heart a-breaking, <br />For he gathered for his posies <br />Only roses - only roses!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-roses/
