IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook: The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black waters with their beauty gay, -- Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the marsh and sky, Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being. Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask; I never knew, But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BOOKS ET VERITAS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE 'VARUNA' by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |