mash up

Botanical drawings and Madisyn in Jalouse. Made sense to me. So I made it happen.

when the sweet flower droop and die,

think that my hopes all withered lie

as she - all ignorant of the arts
that wiser maids are plying -
has crept into my heart of hearts,
past doubting or denying;

roses and butterflies snared on a fan,
all that is left of a summer gone by;

of swift, bright wings that flashed in the sun,
and loveliest blossoms that bloomed to die!

Jalouse scans from here
Botanical drawings from here

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