THOU art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrest, And left of love, are crown'd. When once the lover's rose is dead, Or laid aside forlorn: Then willow-garlands 'bout the head Bedew'd with tears are worn. When with neglect, the lovers' bane, Poor maids rewarded be For their love lost, their only gain Is but a wreath from thee. And underneath thy cooling shade, When weary of the light, The love-spent youth and love-sick maid Come to weep out the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |