The Parterre / Edward Henry Palmer

The Parterre
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.