THE promise of these fragrant flowers, The fruit that 'neath these blossoms lies Once hung, they say, in Eden's bowers, And tempted Eve in Paradise. O fairest daughter of Eve's blood, Lest her misprision thine should be, I've nipped temptation in the bud And send this snowy spray to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST FRUIT by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN DEDICATION TO POEMS, LYRICS AND SONNETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |