I Let It Sink, Let It Sink On The Pungent-Petaled Pink By Those Poppy Puffs; Fairy-Fashioned Downiness, Light, Weak Moth In Furry Dress Of White Fluffy Stuffs. Ii Where The Thin Light Slipping Sweet Dimples Prints Of Fairy Feet On The White-Rose Blooms, One Dim Blossom Delicate Droops A Face All Pale With Hate, Dead With Sick Perfumes. Iii And I Read The Riddle Wove In This Rose'S Course Of Love For The Fickle Pink: - Thou The Rose'S Phantom Art Stealing To The Pink'S False Heart Vampire-Like To Drink.