Spring's sweet attendant! modest simple flower, Whose soft retiring charms the woods adorn, How often have I wandered at that hour, When first appear the rosy tints of morn, To the wild brook -- there, upon mossy ground, Thy velvet form all beautiful to view; To catch thy breath that steals delicious round, And mark thy pensive smile through tears of dew: But then I sigh that other violets bloom, Unseen, in wilds where footstep never trod, Find unadmired, unnoticed, there a tomb, And mingle silent with the grassy sod; Ah, so the scattered flowers of genius rise; These bloom to charm -- that, hid -- neglected dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WINTER SONG by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN A CHILD'S GRACE by ROBERT BURNS TO OLIVER WENDELL HOMES by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENADOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 1 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |