COME, ye fair, ambrosial flowers, Leave your beds, and leave your bowers, Blooming, beautiful and rare, Form a posy for my fair; Fair, and bright, and blooming be, Meet for such a nymph as she. Let the young vermilion rose A becoming blush disclose; Such as Laura's cheeks display, When she steals my heart away. Add carnation's varied hue, Moisten'd with the morning dew: To the woodbine's fragrance join Sprigs of snow white jessamine. Add no more; already I Shall, alas! with envy die, Thus to see my rival blest, Sweetly dying on her breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |