Take these flowers which, purple waving, <br />On the ruin'd rampart grew, <br />Where, the sons of freedom braving, <br />Rome's imperial standards flew. <br /> <br />Warriors from the breach of danger <br />Pluck no longer laurels there; <br />They but yield the passing stranger <br />Wild-flower wreaths the Beauty's hair.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-with-flowers-from-a-roman-wall/
