Now did wallflower breathe Where most was Eden wanted. Clear and sweet It sprang out of her breast upon the air, Like a bird flying beneath High white clouds where The blue floats in a broken cloud amid the white. Now did wallflower breathe, As if the earth in sudden sweet Poured out passionate heat. ... Or smell or bird that from her bosom leapt Where the deep-glowing petals slept Upon her bosom's heat: Or bird or smell it was some heavenward thing Flying a sudden wing Across the morning hour, making the fair more fair. O, if but wallflower breathe Its sweet unageing and intense, Then if death neared her (as I passed her) blind. The smell might thrill his nerves with sight and make him a little kind. —But no! No earthly and no spiritual sense Would stir and make him less than death Or less than blind; Though in her bosom wallflower burned with sweet His cold shade beneath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PSALM 143 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 52 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 37. TO ONE WHO WOULD 'REMAIN FRIENDS' by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |