@2H@1ELEN wore it in her hair, That little fragile flower, Wore it for an hour,— Then she laughed and gave it me to wear;— No little flower so holy anywhere! Fate looked and found my Helen fair,— That little fragile flower,— Spared her but an hour; When she died the dayspring vanished there;— No little flower so holy anywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN PROGRESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE LIGHT OF ASIA by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY, SELECTION by AMBROSE BIERCE |