She gave me a flow'ret, -- and oh! it was sweet! 'T was a pea, in full bloom, with its dark crimson leaf, And I said in my heart, this shall be thy retreat! 'T is one "sacred to Friendship" -- a stranger to grief. In my bosom I placed it, -- 't is withered and gone! All its freshness, its beauty, its fragrance had fled! And in sorrow I sigh'd, -- am I thus left alone? Is the gift which I cherish'd quite faded and dead? It has wither'd! but she who presented it blooms, Still fresh and unfading, in memory here And through life shall here flourish, 'mid danger and storms, As sweet as the flower, though more lasting and fair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 9. AL-HATHIM by EDWIN ARNOLD CALAIS SANDS by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 28 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WIND AND THE WHIRLWIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |