The news around the garden flew:
Last night the Rose was robbed — A flower
Was filched from her and flung into
The casement of my Lady's bower.

The flowers were mystified. In vain
They asked of one another, " Pray ,
What ails our Lady of Disdain
That she must wear a Rose to-day?

The Daisy, with her latest breath,
'Reft of her petals, whispered low,
" It is a secret to the Death,
I gave my petals all to know. "