Vanity! What say you to a tea-rose,a tulip, plumped for a measure of gaudyand scent. Would you fault the bee its lure?Would you slap the hand that coaxedsuch a fulsome bloom from a ditch wearyblossom - wild, drought heavy and pure? What say you to the rouged cheeksof young women, to the thumped chestsof young... Continue Reading →