ART thou beautiful, O my daughter, as the budding rose of April? Are all thy motions music, and is poetry throned in thine eye? Then hearken unto me; and I will make the bud a fair flower, I will plant it upon the bank of Elegance, and water it with the water of Cologne; And in the season it shall "come out," yea bloom, the pride of the parterre; Ladies shall marvel at its beauty, and a Lord shall pluck it at the last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WITHER AWAY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. UNDERNEATH AND AFTER ALL by EDWARD CARPENTER |