I roved in the meadows, the vales, and the bowers, While the leaves were bespangled with dew; And I culled in profusion the blossoms and flowers, Excelling in fragrance and hue. The primrose of spring in the wreath I combined, And the violet modest and pale; And there the wild roses and myrtles entwined, With the lily which droops in the vale. The harebell that smiles in the dingle I sought, Of the softest ethereal blue; And then to Celinda the garland I brought, While the buds were all shining in dew. "Oh! take the sweet flowers in their beauty,"I said, "While yet they are lovely and gay; "For soon, my Celinda, their bloom will be fled, "Too early they wither away. "This lily so gracefully languid and fair, "Might have faded unseen in the grove; "Yet the balm of its odour was borne on the air, "And it weeps in the wreath of my love. To you, my Celinda, the rose-bud I bring, "While its leaves are begemmed with the dew, "'Tis the darling of Flora, the treasure of spring; "How lovely an emblem of you. "But oh! when the roses of beauty and youth, "Like the bloom of the flower shall decay; "The myrtle of love and perennial truth, "Shall be smiling and fresh as in May." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NIGHT by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL TO HER WHO PASSES by MAURICE BROWNE DEBORAH LEE by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH REMARKS ON DR. BROWN'S 'ESTIMATE OF THE MANNERS OF THE TIMES' by JOHN BYROM |