PEACE, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear O'er this late love's unseasonable glow; Sweet as a violet blooming in the snow, The posthumous offspring of the widowed year, That smells of March when all the world is sere, And, while around the hurtling sea-winds blow -- Which twist the oak and lay the pine tree low -- Stands childlike in the storm and has no fear. Poor helpless blossom orphaned of the sun, How could it thus brave winter's rude estate? Oh love, more helpless love, why bloom so late, Now that the flower-time of the year is done? Since thy dear course must end when scarce begun, Nipped by the cold touch of untoward fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LOVER'S LAMENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |