Why this Flower is now call'd so, List' sweet maids, and you shal know. Understand, this First-ling was Once a brisk and bonny Lasse, Kept as close as Danae was: Who a sprightly Springall lov'd, And to have it fully prov'd, Up she got upon a wall, Tempting down to slide withall: But the silken twist unty'd, So she fell, and bruis'd, she dy'd. Love, in pity of the deed, And her loving-lucklesse speed, Turn'd her to this Plant, we call Now, The Flower of the Wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG |