There was a battle in her face,
  Between a Lily and a Rose:
My Love would have the Lily win
  And I the Lily lose.

I saw with joy that strife, first one,
  And then the other uppermost;
Until the Rose roused all its blood,
  And then the Lily lost.

When she's alone, the Lily rules,
  By her consent, without mistake:
But when I come that red Rose leaps
  To battle for my sake.