NOW I've painted these flowers, say what can I do, To render them worthy acceptance from you? I know of no sybil, whose wonderful art Could to them superior virtues impart, Who, of magical influence wonders could tell, And, who over each blossom could mutter a spell. You only the humbler enchantments can prove, That arise from esteem, from respect, and from love: With such I assail you, and pow'rful the charm, When applied to a heart sympathetic and warm; To a heart such as that, which, if right I divine, O C--ll--n--n! dwells in that bosom of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN CAELIA: SONNETS: 4 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |