There is a wildwood beauty spot, A sylvan everglade, Where trilliums in riot grow Within the forest shade; Inviolate in loveliness, Their petals splashed with red, In loneliness of soul mayhap 'Tis where their hearts have bled. They lift their faces to the sky In innocent appeal— Such beauty speaks unto the soul, And doth the heart reveal. Unknown they live, and bloom, and die, As seasons come and go, Their sweetness wasted on the air, Then hid 'neath winter's snow. Within the depths of human hearts Love often lies concealed Like wildflowers in the forest depths, Unless by chance revealed; With faces turned towards Heaven's light Such flowers of beauty grow, In loneliness and loveliness, Where only God doth know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LORD NEVIL'S ADVICE by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I HEARD THE VOICE OF THE WOODS by EDWARD CARPENTER MOONLIGHT IN MAY by CHARLES JULIEN LIOULT DE CHENEDOLLE |