"To these proud taunts and more beside, The lily not a word replied. But hung her head with modest grace, Nor looked th'insulter in the face." "Not so the bee, who murmured near, And chanced th'opprobrious strain to hear, Ill-pleased to see the flower neglected, Which she so honoured and respected, From whose full cup she daily drew So large a share of precious dew." "On Cloe's breast still seen to blow Adds whiteness to the dazzling snow: And dealing sweetness, though in death, Perfumes e'en Cloe's fragrant breath." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MAN AND WOMAN GO THROUGH THE CANCER WARD by GOTTFRIED BENN |