How comest thou, O flower so fair, To bud and bloom while wintry air Still hovers o'er the land? How comest from the cold, dark earth? That fostered thee and gave thee birth, Studding thy brow with snow Say, didst thou yearn for sunny bowers? To gladden with thy pure, pale flowers, The valley and the hill? Down in the darkness whence thou came, Hear'st aught of passion, fashion, fame, Or even greed for gold? And when the old earth's bosom heaves, And scatters man like autumn's leaves, With its low thundered voice. Thou sleep'st serene with eyelids closed, No earthquake shock breaks thy repose, Till comes the breath of Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK IN MEMORIAM W.M. & E.B.J. by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND AND INGENIOUS FRIEND, THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |