The daisy-flower is to the summer sweet, Though utterly unknown it live and die; The spheral harmony were incomplete Did the dew'd laverock mount no more the sky, Because her music's linked sorcery Bewitched no mortal heart to heavenly mood. This is the law of nature, that the deed Should dedicate its excellence to God, And in so doing find sufficient meed. Then why should I make these heart-burning cries, In sickly rhyme with monid feeling rife, For fame and temporal felicities? Forgetting that in holy labour lies The scholarship severe of human life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI WIND WEAVING by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT PARACELSUS: 1. PARACEI SUS ASPIRES by ROBERT BROWNING ST. VALENTINE'S EVE by EUGENE WATSON BURLINGAME OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 7. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE THIRD EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |