ONE little bud adorned my bower, And shed sweet fragrance round; It grew in beauty, hour by hour, Till, ah! the Spoiler came in power, And crushed it to the ground. Yet not forever in the dust That beauteous bud shall lie; No! in the garden of the just, Beneath God's glorious eye, we trust, 'T will bloom again on high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |