The Poetry Corner

Parterre, The

By Edward Henry Palmer

I don't know any greatest treat As sit him in a gay parterre, And sniff one up the perfume sweet Of every roses buttoning there. It only want my charming miss Who make to blush the self red rose; Oh! I have envy of to kiss The end's tip of her splendid nose. Oh! I have envy of to be What grass 'neath her pantoffle push, And too much happy seemeth me The margaret which her vestige crush. But I will meet her nose at nose, And take occasion for her hairs, And indicate her all my woes, That she in fine agree my prayers. The Envoy I don't know any greatest treat As sit him in a gay parterre, With Madame who is too more sweet Than every roses buttoning there.