THE flowerets sweet are crush'd by the feet Full soon, and perish despairing; One passes by, and they must die, The modest as well as the daring. The pearls all sleep in the caves of the deep, Where one finds them, despite wind and weather A hole is soon bored and they're strung on a cord, And there fast yoked together. The stars are more wise, and keep in the skies, And hold the earth at a distance; They shed their light in the heavens so bright, In safe and endless existence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AGAMEMNON: HELEN. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD |