WHEN with a serious musing I behold The grateful and obsequious marigold, How duly every morning she displays Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays; How she observes him in his daily walk, Still bending towards him her small slender stalk; How when he down declines, she droops and mourns, Bedewed, as 'twere with tears, till he returns; And how she veils her flowers when he is gone, As if she scornèd to be lookèd on By an inferior eye; or did contemn To wait upon a meaner light than him. When this I meditate, methinks the flowers Have spirits far more generous than ours, And give us fair examples to despise The servile fawnings and idolatries, Wherewith we court these earthly things below, Which merit not the service we bestow.... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NIGHT WINDS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD STELLA AND FLAVIA by MARY BARBER PSALM 30. EXALTABO TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |