Others may see thee; I behold thee not, Yet @3most@1 I think thee, beauteous blossom, mine: For I, who walk in shade, like Proserpine -- Things once too briefly looked on, long forgot -- Seem by some tender miracle divine, When breathing thee, apart, To hold the rapturous summer warm within my heart. We understand each other, thou and I! Thy velvet petals laid against my cheek, Thou feelest all the voiceless things I speak, And to my yearning makest mute reply: Yet a more special good of thee I seek, For God who made -- oh, kind! -- Beauty for one and all, gave @3fragrance@1 for the blind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WASHINGTON MONUMENT BY NIGHT by CARL SANDBURG ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 5. BY LITTLE AND LITTLE by PHILIP AYRES |