THERE blooms a plant, whose gaze, from hour to hour, Still to the sun with fond devotion turns, Wakes, when Creation hails his dawning power, And most expands, when most her idol burns: But when he seeks the bosom of the deep, His faithful plant's reflected charms decay; Then fade her flowers, her leaves discoloured ween, Still fondly pining for the vanished ray. Thou whom I love, the daystar of my sight! When thy dear presence wakes me to delight, Joy in my soul unfolds her fairest flower: But in thy heaven of smiles alone it blooms, And, of their light deprived, in grief consumes, Born but to live within thine eye-beam's power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PRE-ADAMITE WORLD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN by ROBERT BURNS BURIED CITIES; FATHER CHARLES by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE LORDS' MASQUE: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ALL NIGHT LONG by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE DREAM GOES BY by EDWARD CARPENTER |