Jealousy

The violets their soft, dark lashes part, 
    While robins serenade them far and near ; 
But the anemone, with ebon heart 
    And blood-shot eyes, pretends she does not 
          hear. 

The violets invite the nightingale 
    Whose carols fall in dew upon their bed ; 
But the hydrangea, as saffron pale, 
    Holds high above the wall her nodding head.

Credit

From Myrtle and Myrrh (The Gorham Press, 1905) by Ameen Rihani. This poem is in the public domain.