Heyday reveries of Cherry Blossom
Dalliances fly; streaming thoughts drift charmed,
Of my quondam Bird of Paradise Palm—
Pierced deep our Bleeding Hearts, so Love adjourned.
Spellbound by my relished melancholy
I recalled true Lily and pure Lotus—
Lifters of spirits, two loves both folly:
Out of my depth each a troth poetess.
Burgeoning remembrances of Passion,
Magnolia, Tulip and Orchid all
Cut flowers, so planted, did wither ashen:
Graved blooms live Amaranth in me withal.
Bedded in my garden a rose to wed—
Adulteress bush pricked her guilt till dead.