The Parliament of Roses to Julia
I dreamt the Roses one time wentTo meet and sit in Parliament;The place for these, and for the restOf flowers, was thy spotless breast.Over the which a state was drawnOf tiffany, or cob-web lawn;Then in that Parly all those powersVoted the Rose the Queen of flowers;But so, as that herself should beThe Maid of Honour unto thee.
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