PALE flowers are you, that scarce have known the sun! Your little faces like sad blossoms seem, Shut in some room, there helplessly to dream Of distant glens wherethrough glad rivers run And winds at evening whisper. Daylight done, You miss the tranquil moon's unfettered beam, The wide, unsheltered earth, the starlight gleam, All the old beauty meant for every one. The clamor of the city streets you hear, Not the rich silence of the April glade; The sun-swept spaces which the good God made You do not know; white mornings keen and clear Are not your portion through the golden year, O little flowers that blossom but to fade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |