Lillies will languish; Violets look ill; Sickly the Prim-rose: Pale the Daffadill: That gallant Tulip will hang down his head, Like to a Virgin newly ravished. Pansies will weep; and Marygolds will wither; And keep a Fast, and Funerall together, If Sapho droop; Daisies will open never, But bid Good-night, and close their lids for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD IDEOGRAM by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |