Hist, oh hist! My pretty pale young violet, Thy moony cheek uncover; Lift that hood of fallen sky, And my lips once more I'll wet Against the dew-ball of thine eye. Hist, oh hist! So a leafy whisper said Underneath a sweet-briar shade. Guess the lady-blossom's lover! 'Twas the flowery Alchymist, A stinging, gay, intriguing fellow, The wildest bee in black and yellow. Hist, oh hist! My pretty pale young violet! Glowworm's lightning blind me When I leave my bud's embrace, When I traitorously forget Thy cerulean baby's grace. Hist, oh hist! The very next night he told the tale To a little lily of the vale, And the poor young violet died of shame. Oh! fie, thou flowery Alchymist, That stinging, gay, intriguing fellow, Thou wildest bee in black and yellow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 2 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |