PEACE, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear O'er this late love's unseasonable glow; Sweet as a violet blooming in the snow, The posthumous offspring of the widowed year, That smells of March when all the world is sere, And, while around the hurtling sea-winds blow -- Which twist the oak and lay the pine tree low -- Stands childlike in the storm and has no fear. Poor helpless blossom orphaned of the sun, How could it thus brave winter's rude estate? Oh love, more helpless love, why bloom so late, Now that the flower-time of the year is done? Since thy dear course must end when scarce begun, Nipped by the cold touch of untoward fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS RUTH by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SONNET: FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE BOOK OF EXODUS: SONG OF THE SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |