BY studying my lady's eyes I've grown so learned day by day, So Machiavelian in this wise, That when I send her flowers, I say To each small flower (no matter what, Geranium, pink, or tuberose, Syringa, or forget-me-not, Or violet) before it goes: "Be not triumphant, little flower, When on her haughty heart you lie, But modestly enjoy your hour: She'll weary of you by and by." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER UPON THE SAME by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS OENONE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN |