Miranda! mark where shrinking from the gale, Its silken leaves yet moist with early dew, That fair faint flower, the Lily of the Vale, Droops its meek head, and looks, methinks, like you! Wrapp'd in a shadowy veil of tender green, Its snowy bells a soft perfume dispense, And bending as reluctant to be seen, In simple loveliness it soothes the sense. With bosom bared to meet the garish day, The glaring Tulip, gaudy, undismay'd, Offends the eye of taste; that turns away To seek the Lily in her fragrant shade. With such unconscious beauty, pensive, mild, Miranda charms -- Nature's soft modest child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN WHEN ALL IS DONE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LINE-STORM SONG by ROBERT FROST ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |