She loved visiting stately homes.
The Duke from his high window
Noticed her in the rose-garden.
She was stooping to the delicate pink blooms, inhaling the fragrance,
Eyes closed, smiling.
He went down into the gardens, incognito,
and picked the pinkest rose: ‘Maiden’s Blush’.
“Excuse me!” she cried, “You shouldn’t pick the flowers. It’s not allowed!”
Now it was he who smiled.
“But I am the Duke” he said.
He bowed and gave her the rose.