Jack in the pulpit

I frogbit and arrowhead
You eyebright and teasel
Me, Jack in the pulpit
Woodruff and butterbur
Your musk, your honeysuckle
You my purpling rose
I, all bristly hound’s tongue
Grasp you yellow loosestrife
Me, Jack in the pulpit
Woodruff and butterbur
Red dead-nettle to your blood-drop emlets
Our vervain
Our feverfew and tansy
Our bindweed, or bittersweet
Our burnt orchid
Our mountain-everlasting
Gold of pleasure
Or petty spurge
Our self-heal. Our self-heal. Our self-heal