Unmoved I saw you blooming, Your crimson cap uplooming Above the jewel weed; 'Tis true I passed unheeding, Unmindful of your pleading, Until she gave you heed. But when she paused and plucked you, And in her bosom tucked you, And filled her girlish hands, New beauty filled your measure, You shone a woodland treasure Amid the floral clans. Your martial look grew tender, More winsome was your splendor With her beside the stream; Rare gift to charm she brought you, With her own graces fraught you, Retouched your glowing beam. I soon forgot my trouting, Repented of my flouting Your brave and festive look; I saw in you new meaning, A nodding or a leaning Beside the purling brook. Oh, day I long shall cherish, Nor let one vision perish That filled each sunny hour. The phoebe's mossy chamber, The pool like liquid amber, That mirrored maid and flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DAY: MORNING by JOHN CUNNINGHAM ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING |