The cedar seeks escape from the blue shade Her own expanded loveliness has made. The rose digs farther for a firmer hold Beneath her store of scented blossom mould. The runnel strives to cut a deeper bed During her silver flight, and leaps ahead To merge with widened waters, still and cool. But the white lily gleaming on the pool Lies in exalted idleness. To be Is better than the mad activity Of flurried runnels. Let the rose dig down, And let the towering cedar lift her crown. The water lily waits through sun and mist, And, fading, dies a regal fatalist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SECOND NUN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER LYRICS OF THE RAIL: 2. THE CANYON by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE THE MEN OF MONOMOY by JOE CONE |