DOWN in a valley, by a forest's side, Near where the crystal Thames rolls on her waves, I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As if the lilies grew to be his slaves; The gentle daisy, with her silver crown, Worn in the breast of many a shepherd's lass; The humble violet, that lowly down Salutes the gay nymphs as they trimly pass: These, with a many more, methought, complain'd That Nature should those needless things produce, Which not alone the sun from others gain'd But turn it wholly to their proper use. I could not choose but grieve that Nature made So glorious flowers to live in such a shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HUSBANDMAN by AESOP THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON |