VELVET cowslips, tawny hue, Frail butterfly's twin wing; They grew in the shade of a dusky yew, Dipped roots in a bubbling spring. Cowslip clusters, moist with dew, Roused by a young breeze scampering; Yellow and cool heaped on green grass, Clear drops trickle from leaves tapering. Golden cowslips, bright at heart A dart of singing orange gleams: In shining bowls of burnished brass. Wraith of perfume: lemon-groves of dreams. Cowslips, armfuls, crisp, piled high, Cream-pale with copper-topaz blend; Fresh as air in rain-drenched sky— For you, these glowing flowers, my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |