Eglantine

Meadow Saffron!
When my Musk eyes
Were able to Peach Blossom your Bridal Rose
And your Morning Glory was Alyssum
I was in Amethyst of your Arbor Vitae
And in your embrace I felt no less than an Auricula
But now I Bramble your Candytuft
The Coreopsis Fern for you has turned into Dead Leaves
You are now a Bud of White Rose
And though the Daisy Cudweed of our Harebell to Ivy may remain
As a Motherwort in my Osmunda
My Cloves will henceforth be my Cranberry.