I HAVE lov'd flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight, -- A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour: -- My song be like a flower! I have lov'd airs that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it. Notes, that with pulse of fire Proclaim the spirit's desire, Then die, and are nowhere: -- My song be like an air! Die, song, die like a breath, And wither as a bloom: Fear not a flowery death, Dread not an airy tomb! Fly with delight, fly hence! 'T was thine love's tender sense To feast; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER YOUTH AND KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |