THERE blooms a plant, whose gaze, from hour to hour, Still to the sun with fond devotion turns, Wakes, when Creation hails his dawning power, And most expands, when most her idol burns: But when he seeks the bosom of the deep, His faithful plant's reflected charms decay; Then fade her flowers, her leaves discoloured ween, Still fondly pining for the vanished ray. Thou whom I love, the daystar of my sight! When thy dear presence wakes me to delight, Joy in my soul unfolds her fairest flower: But in thy heaven of smiles alone it blooms, And, of their light deprived, in grief consumes, Born but to live within thine eye-beam's power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |