No flower I bring you but the scentless weed That in my youth's deserted garden grew Wherein no zephyr of soft passion blew Nor gust of anger bent the barren reed. What advocate have they, to help their need, These meagre verses, faded, sad, and few Writ ere I loved you? Not my love of you, For that proud novice is unused to plead. Cast them away, and I will others bring Of richer fragrance, when the summer's prime Hast burst the late buds of the laggard spring. And yet, how idle that I then should sing, Or you should listen, when to judging Time The heart will speak without the pomp of rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN |