Lady Ivy Poem by Ornithopetra priamus

Lady ivy, how thine beauty has bend the world to its knees,
And how every creature singth in your praise, including the yellow bees.

Thine purple hair is the glory,
And thine leaf_like dress covers mine lady's body verginity.

May there cometh no time my own lady,
When they shall pluck thee, from merry tree.

And I pray you the air fresh,
And the rain constant, so thee may flourish and offer tis earth all that is pretty.