I HAVE lov'd flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight, -- A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour: -- My song be like a flower! I have lov'd airs that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it. Notes, that with pulse of fire Proclaim the spirit's desire, Then die, and are nowhere: -- My song be like an air! Die, song, die like a breath, And wither as a bloom: Fear not a flowery death, Dread not an airy tomb! Fly with delight, fly hence! 'T was thine love's tender sense To feast; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! by WALT WHITMAN CASTLES OF THE SEA by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IN REGENT'S PARK by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |