Precious flowers borne of Florentine winds
One day did wash upon a chalky shore
And there found fertile ground to so begin
A noble form to best all forms before;
In Albion clay these changelings did take root
To spread amongst lush gardens of the land,
Fair blooms whose iridescence could compete
With any florets blessed by mortal hand;
Sweet nurtured thus they grew in praised delight
To freshen quite each cultured drawing room,
In scented worth each fancy there took flight
So every heart assailed did faint and swoon;
These beauties bright once every lea adorned
Now rare in sight, fair essence but forsworn.

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