| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| A Pastoral |
| | | Théophile Julius Henry Marzials (b. 1850) |
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| FLOWER of the medlar, | |
| Crimson of the quince, | |
| I saw her at the blossom-time, | |
| And loved her ever since! | |
| She swept the draughty pleasance, | 5 |
| The blooms had left the trees, | |
| The whilst the birds sang canticles, | |
| In cherry symphonies. | |
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| Whiteness of the white rose, | |
| Redness of the red, | 10 |
| She went to cut the blush-rose buds | |
| To tie at the altar-head; | |
| And some she laid in her bosom, | |
| And some around her brows, | |
| And, as she passed, the lily-heads | 15 |
| All becked and made their bows. | |
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| Scarlet of the poppy, | |
| Yellow of the corn, | |
| The men were at the garnering, | |
| A-shouting in the morn; | 20 |
| I chased her to a pippin-tree,— | |
| The waking birds all whist,— | |
| And oh! it was the sweetest kiss | |
| That I have ever kiss’d. | |
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| Marjorie, mint, and violets | 25 |
| A-drying round us set, | |
| ’T was all done in the faïence | |
| A-spicing marmalet; | |
| On one tile was a satyr, | |
| On one a nymph at bay, | 30 |
| Methinks the birds will scarce be home | |
| To wake our wedding-day! | |
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