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...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE GARDEN LORE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ARISTOMENES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON STANZAS TO AUGUSTA (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 52 by BLISS CARMAN |