Cave

Lilies be plenty with us, 
   Pansies flower for all,
Take ye heed to the Roses
   Lest they make to fall.

Violets lie in the meadows—
   Take of the Violet—
Who can gather the Roses
   And pass away and forget?

Love is sure in the Lily, 
   Pansie brings us ease.
But he that gathers the Roses 
   When shall his sorrow cease?

Woodbine clings and decays, 
   Daffodils blossom and die—
There is no Death in the Roses 
   Unto Eternity.

Whoso is snared of the Roses 
   Beareth a brand of Cain—
The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge 
   Caught from the arms of Pain.

Whoso is snared of the Roses 
   Hath no peace at all—
Guard your feet from their briers
   Lest they make to fall.