Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE POPPY, by MARIA ABDY Poet's Biography First Line: Thou hast no power to charm our eye Last Line: I trace his care for man. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Maria; Abdy, Mira; M. A. Subject(s): Poppies | ||||||||
Thou hast no power to charm our eye, Or aid us in our need, Disdainfully we pass thee by, Thou pale and worthless weed! Bright flowers are near thy dwelling-place, And corn is waving round, Thou dost but sadden and deface This gay and fertile ground. Yet hold -- my censure I repress -- Thy wondrous juice contains A spell to soothe in drowsiness, The weary sufferer's pains; He sighs for sleep -- in thought he shrinks From night's long train of woes, Till of thy lulling draught he drinks, And sinks to soft repose. What were to him the fragrant flowers That lavish Nature yields, What the rich vineyard's purple stores, The harvest of the fields? Scarce fruits improved by careful art, Fair buds of varied dyes, How would they mock his throbbing heart, How cheat his aching eyes! Let me no more with erring sense God's mystic works arraign, The mighty hand of Providence Hath nothing made in vain; Nor need I quit this lonely mead His gracious love to scan, Since even in a simple weed I trace his care for man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINE BLACK POPPIES FOR CHAC by NORMAN DUBIE SAINTS' POPPIES by DAVID BAKER SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON POPPIES IN JULY by SYLVIA PLATH POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY |
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