Classic Poem

Some love the Laureate's " tall Elaine";
There are, who leaving Maud and May,
With Morris, of Yolande are " fain"
(And add thereto, perchance, " le Fay");
Some shepherding with Phillis stray,
And some with Greek Autonoi; —
I care not who shall say me nay;
But Rose is still the name for me.

To Bulwer's Blanche some true remain;
Some Ethel love with Thackeray;
Some turn to Dickens' Nell, again;
Some choose the Ruth of Wordsworth's lay;
And some Sir Walter's Di. obey;
Some Christabel, of S.T.C. ;
And some with Herrick's Julia play;
But Rose is still the name for me.

" By Celia's arbour" some complain;
Some with Olivia " make their hay";
To some not e'en Amelia Jane,
Or Ann-Matilda strike dismay;
To some Susanna's charms convey
" The chaste — the inexpressive She";
Some Hetty, Letty, Tetty sway; —
But Rose is still the name for me.

ENVOY .

Maids, in all names a maiden may
Allure " the inexpressive He," —
This none deny; — I simply say —
" But Rose is still the name for me."