KNIGHT'S SPUR to the LADIES BOWER
To seek for the LADIES SLIPPER.

'Twas lost in the wood in a summer shower
When the CLOWN'S WORT tried to trip her.

TOAD-FLAX is spun for BUTTER-AND-EGGS

On a LADIES' CUSHION sits THRIFT
She never wastes, or steals, or begs,
But she can't give poor RAGWORT a lift.

QUEEN OF THE MEADS is MEADOWSWEET,
In the realm of grasses wide:

But not in all her court you meet
The turbaned TURK'S HEAD in his pride.

Fair BETHLEHEM' STAR shineth bright,
In a lowly place, as of old,

And through the green gloom glows the light
Of ST. JOHN'S-WORT—a nimbus of gold.

But the hours of the sun swift glide,
And the flowers with them are speeding.

Though LOVE-IN-A-MIST may hide,
When Time's in the garden weeding.

There's TRAVELLER'S JOY
To entwine,
At our journey's end for greeting,

We can talk over SOPS-IN-WINE,
And drink to our next merry meeting.