. Overheard in a garden. The Rose into the Tulips ear Murmured: ^The Lily is a sight; Dont you helieve she powders, dear,To make herself so saintly white ? She takes some trouble, it is plain, Her reputation to sustain. Said Tulip to the Lily white: ^ About the Rose — what do you think ? -Her color ? Should you say its quite — Well, quite a natural shade of pink ? Natural! ^ the Lily cried. Good Saints!Why, everybody knows she paints! 2. GOSSIP The news around the garden flew: Last night the Kose was robbed — A flowerWas filched from her and flung into The casement of my Lady^s bower. The flow
. Overheard in a garden. The Rose into the Tulips ear Murmured: ^The Lily is a sight; Dont you helieve she powders, dear,To make herself so saintly white ? She takes some trouble, it is plain, Her reputation to sustain. Said Tulip to the Lily white: ^ About the Rose — what do you think ? -Her color ? Should you say its quite — Well, quite a natural shade of pink ? Natural! ^ the Lily cried. Good Saints!Why, everybody knows she paints! 2. GOSSIP The news around the garden flew: Last night the Kose was robbed — A flowerWas filched from her and flung into The casement of my Lady^s bower. The flowers were mystified. In vainThey asked of one another, Pray^ What ails our Lady of DisdainThat 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 knowJ^
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