A fragile little bud upon a stem; A tender thing with face turned to the sky, Unfolding hour by hour -- a living gem, So beautiful -- yet it was born to die. It shines up through the dark and storm and sun, And quietly attains its flowerhood: A heavenly form by angel fingers spun And brought to earth to grace the fields and wood. Though you are fragile and so few your days, I cannot look upon your lovely face -- Oh living wonder in reflected rays -- But promise of a future there I trace. You bravely stand upon a rooted sod And give your beauty and sweet fragrance free, With smiling face turned to the sun, your god; Earth's queen of beauty you were born to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |