As Gilliflowers Do But Stay To Blow, And Seed, And So Away; So You, Sweet Lady, Sweet As May, The Garden'S Glory, Lived A While To Lend The World Your Scent And Smile. But When Your Own Fair Print Was Set Once In A Virgin Flosculet, Sweet As Yourself, And Newly Blown, To Give That Life, Resigned Your Own: But So As Still The Mother'S Power Lives In The Pretty Lady-Flower.