Miranda! mark where shrinking from the gale, Its silken leaves yet moist with early dew, That fair faint flower, the Lily of the Vale, Droops its meek head, and looks, methinks, like you! Wrapp'd in a shadowy veil of tender green, Its snowy bells a soft perfume dispense, And bending as reluctant to be seen, In simple loveliness it soothes the sense. With bosom bared to meet the garish day, The glaring Tulip, gaudy, undismay'd, Offends the eye of taste; that turns away To seek the Lily in her fragrant shade. With such unconscious beauty, pensive, mild, Miranda charms -- Nature's soft modest child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE |