Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Violet and the RoseJoseph Skipsey (18321903)
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I kiss’d it and call’d it my bride:
‘Was ever one slighted like this?’
Sigh’d the Rose as it stood by my side.
To comfort the fair one I turn’d:
‘Of fickle ones thou art the chief!’
Frown’d the Violet and pouted and mourn’d.
The love-stricken blossoms in one;
But that instant their beauty declined,
And I wept for the deed I had done!