BY studying my lady's eyes I've grown so learned day by day, So Machiavelian in this wise, That when I send her flowers, I say To each small flower (no matter what, Geranium, pink, or tuberose, Syringa, or forget-me-not, Or violet) before it goes: "Be not triumphant, little flower, When on her haughty heart you lie, But modestly enjoy your hour: She'll weary of you by and by." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |