Sequestered flower of April days, Thy covert bloom in forest ways A spell about me weaves; Thy frosted petals faint pink glow, Crystal pure like urns of snow That all with incense overflow, Half hid beneath the leaves. Thy ear lies close upon the ground, Far off it hears the thrilling sound Of spring's oncoming feet; Nor lingering snow, nor chilling day, Can long the genial hours delay That fill thy chalice sweet. Thy brittle leaves so harsh and hard, So torn by winds, by winter marred, Enhance thy tender face; But he whose days are evergreen, Though storms may come and frosts be keen, I sharer in thy grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |