"The lily has a smooth stalk, 
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier  
Is lady of the land.

There's sweetness in an apple tree,  
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty  
Is a rose upon a thorn.

When with moss and honey  
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,  
She sets the world on fire."

"The Rose", Christina Rossetti