FLOWERS hast thou in thyself, and foliage And what is good, and what is glad to see; The sun is not so bright as thy visàge; All is stark naught when one hath looked on thee; There is not such a beautiful personage Anywhere on the green earth verily; If one fear love, thy bearing sweet and sage Comforteth him, and no more fear hath he. Thy lady friends and maidens ministering Are all, for love of thee, much to my taste: And much I pray them that in everything They honor thee even as thou meritest, And have thee in their gentle harboring: Because among them all thou art the best | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MODERN LOVE: 43 by GEORGE MEREDITH IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON MY GARDEN OF FRIENDS by NETTIE STEPHENSON BOWEN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: EROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ASTARTE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |