Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLEUR DE LIS, by GRACE EVELYN BROWN First Line: A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold Last Line: When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis. Subject(s): Flowers; Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold In their curved petals, yellow charms which fill Their velvet depth and overflowing spill In streams that with God's own design are doled Along their plumes as clinging lines of gold. Here I find beauty of a hazy hill All purple with a misty light to thrill The lavender of dusk that nights enfold. The sunrise of the ages swiftly flings Through God's unchartered space and from that sea Repeats a thousand moods, and here it brings Its mystery and loveliness to me. It forms an etched delight on captured wings, When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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