I LOVE the modest Violet, And Pink and Pansy lovely hold, The blushing Rose with dewdrop wet-- But most I love the Marigold. Fair flower that erst in love didst fall With the great God who gives us day, Thee shall I more unhappy call, Or over true to Cupid's sway? That God who changed thee to a flower, Sweet blossom of the golden hue! To change thy passion lacked the power-- His beauty thou dost still pursue. And ever thy love-languid face Expands beneath his eyes' bright glow; And soon as he deserts the place, Thou dost all wan and pallid grow. I love thee, tristful Marigold! I love thee, dear ill-fated flower! In thine my own sad fate is told, With pain and constancy for dower. I love the modest Violet, And Pink and Pansy lovely hold, The blushing Rose with dewdrop wet-- But most I love the Marigold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FROM POOLS OF DEEPER THOUGHT by MAUDE HARDY ARNOLD |