Classic Poem

The Violet invited my kiss.
I kiss'd it and called it my bride;
" Was ever one slighted like this? "
Sighed the Rose as it stood by my side.

My heart ever open to grief,
To comfort the fair one I turned;
" Of fickle ones thou art the chief! "
Frown'd the Violet, and pouted and mourned.

Then to end all disputes, I entwined
The love-stricken blossoms in one;
But that instant their beauty declined,
And I wept for the deed I had done!