FAIRY child of a flower, Fairy spirit set free, Embodied ecstasy Escaped from its bower; Summer's daintiest thing, Bearing her exquisite green, Echoed in thy soft sheen, About on the wing; Grace of a lilting tune— Grace of more than a bird, Wings' sound—all but unheard, Like a wind's croon; Takest thou thus the flight This bud and that to try— Only to satisfy Thy grosser appetite? More than its beauty's dower Surely thy form bespeaks. It is thy soul which seeks The soul of the flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HEIGHTS AND DEPTHS by WILLIAM CANTON BEST, TO THE BEST by ALICE CARY ON THE REFUSAL OF OXFORD TO SUBSCRIDBE TO HIS TRANSLATION by WILLIAM COWPER IN THE DARK WOOD by CHARLES D'ORLEANS |