Classic Poem

Did Jove a queen of flowers decree,
The rose the queen of flowers should be.
Of flowers the eye; of plants the gem;
The meadow's blush; earth's diadem.
Glory of colours on the gaze
Lightening in its beauty's blaze.
It breathes of Love: it blooms the guest
Of Venus' ever fragrant breast.
In gaudy pomp its petals spread;
Light foliage trembles round its head;
With vermeil blossoms fresh and fair
It laughs to the voluptuous air.