Oh roses for the flush of youth, <br />And laurel for the perfect prime; <br />But pluck an ivy branch for me <br />Grown old before my time. <br /> <br />Oh violets for the grave of youth, <br />And bay for those dead in their prime; <br />Give me the withered leaves I chose <br />Before in the old time.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iv-2/
