You dwell within a lovely bower, Little chafer, gold and green, Nestling in the fairest flower, The rose of snow, the garden's queen. There you drink the chrystal dew, And your shards as emeralds bright And corselet, of the ruby's hue, Hide among the petals white. Your fringed feet may rest them there, And there your filmy wings may close, But do not wound the flower so fair That shelters you in sweet repose. Insect! be not like him who dares On pity's bosom to intrude, And then that gentle bosom tears With baseness and ingratitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE INNER VISION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |