I. As poor Aurelia sate alone, Hard by a rivulet's flow'ry side, Envious at Nature's new-born pride, Her slighted self she thus reflected on. II. Alas! that Nature should revive These flowers, which after Winter's snow Spring fresh again, and brighter show, But for our fairer sex so ill contrive! III. Beauty, like theirs a short-liv'd thing, On us in vain she did bestow, Beauty that only once can grow, An Autumn has, but knows no second Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |