Classic Poem

Violet, Violet, where did you capture
Your pure, unspeakable blue?
" Her eyes in the springtime I copied, with pencil
Of magic, and heaven, and dew. "

Apple-bloom, Apple-bloom, why are your petals
So blended of roses and snow?
" All my long bud-time I dreamed of her blushes,
And like them elected to grow. "

Buttercup, Buttercup, why are you golden?
" I looked on the light of her hair,
And loved it, till God, who is kind to his flowers,
Made me, too, shining and fair. "

Maple-bud, Maple-bud, how comes your scarlet
As warm as the heart of the South?
" She tasted my sap once, and every faint leaflet
Took fire at the touch of her mouth. "

Mayflower, Mayflower, why is your sweetness
So subtle, and cool, and divine?
" I think it's because she once wore in her bosom
One fortunate blossom of mine. "