OLADY, leave thy silken thread And flowery tapestrie: There's living roses on the bush, And blossoms on the tree; Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet. 'Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air is all perfume; There's crimson buds, and white and blue -- The very rainbow showers Have turn'd to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers. There's fairy tulips in the east, The garden of the sun; The very streams reflect the hues, And blossoms as they run: While Morn opes like a crimson rose, Still wet with pearly showers; Then, lady, leave the silken thread Thou twinest into flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GATHERING BLACKBERRIES by PHOEBE CARY BEAU'S REPLY by WILLIAM COWPER ODE ON THE DUKE OF YORK'S SECOND DEPARTURE FROM ENGLAND by WILLIAM FALCONER THE UNBORN by JULIA NEELY FINCH |