Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YE ARE NOT MISSED, FAIR FLOWERS!, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye are not missed, fair flowers, that late were spreading Last Line: To say earth's human flowers not more are missed. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Flowers | ||||||||
YE are not missed, fair flowers, that late were spreading The summer's glow by fount and breezy grot; There falls the dew, its fairy favours shedding -- The leaves dance on, the young birds miss you not. Still plays the sparkle o'er the rippling water, O lily! whence thy cup of pearl is gone; The bright wave mourns not for its loveliest daughter, There is no sorrow in the wind's low tone And thou, meek hyacinth! afar is roving The bee that oft thy trembling bells hath kissed. Cradled ye were, fair flowers! 'midst all things loving, A joy to all -- yet, yet, ye are not missed! Ye, that were born to lend the sunbeam gladness, And the winds fragrance, wandering where they list, Oh! it were breathing words too deep in sadness, To say earth's human flowers not more are missed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAW THE PROBLEM by MARK JARMAN SHAKE THE SUPERFLUX! by DAVID LEHMAN THE M??TIER OF BLOSSOMING by DENISE LEVERTOV TANKA DIARY (6) by HARRYETTE MULLEN VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN FORCED BLOOM by STEPHEN ELLIOTT DUNN A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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