CHILD of summer, lovely rose, In thee what blushing beauty glows; But, ere to-morrow's setting sun, Thy beauty fades, thy form is gone: Yet though no grace thy buds retain, Thy pleasing odours still remain. Maiden's smile, like thine, sweet flower, Shall bloom and wither in an hour; But mental fragrance still shall last, When youth and youthful charms are past Ye fair, betimes the moral prize, 'Tis lasting beauty to be wise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BRINK by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GOOD LUCK by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |