CHILD of summer, lovely rose, In thee what blushing beauty glows; But, ere to-morrow's setting sun, Thy beauty fades, thy form is gone: Yet though no grace thy buds retain, Thy pleasing odours still remain. Maiden's smile, like thine, sweet flower, Shall bloom and wither in an hour; But mental fragrance still shall last, When youth and youthful charms are past Ye fair, betimes the moral prize, 'Tis lasting beauty to be wise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES LISTENING by KATHARINE LEE BATES |