I'LL frame, my Heliodora! a garland for thy hair, Which thou, in all thy beauty's pride, mayst not disdain to wear; For I with tender myrtles white violets will twine, White violets, but not so pure as that pure breast of thine; With laughing lilies I will twine narcissus, and the sweet Crocus shall, in its yellow hue, with purple hyacinth meet. And I will twine with all the rest, and all the rest above, Queen of them all, the red red rose, the flower which lovers love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE |