OH lady, take these wilding flowers, Earliest of Spring's reviving birth, And emblems, in her freshening bowers, Of all that's bright and best of earth. In hue so sweet, so pure, so fair, These symbols of divinest things, Like maidens, court the summer air, And shrink from Winter's icy wings. But born from day's irradiant beam, They caught these hues, so softly bright, Live in the blaze, and only seem More glorious for the dazzling light. Far different law must she obey, Their sister flower, the lovely maid, And, shrinking from the glare away, Owe all her beauties to the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY MEMORY OF THE FAIREST AND MOST VIRTUOUS LADY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |