YE are not missed, fair flowers, that late were spreading The summer's glow by fount and breezy grot; There falls the dew, its fairy favours shedding -- The leaves dance on, the young birds miss you not. Still plays the sparkle o'er the rippling water, O lily! whence thy cup of pearl is gone; The bright wave mourns not for its loveliest daughter, There is no sorrow in the wind's low tone And thou, meek hyacinth! afar is roving The bee that oft thy trembling bells hath kissed. Cradled ye were, fair flowers! 'midst all things loving, A joy to all -- yet, yet, ye are not missed! Ye, that were born to lend the sunbeam gladness, And the winds fragrance, wandering where they list, Oh! it were breathing words too deep in sadness, To say earth's @3human@1 flowers not more are missed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |