AFTER the honey drops of pearly showers, Urania walk'd to gather flowers: 'Sweet Rose,' I heard her say, 'why are these fears? Are these drops on thy cheek thy tears? By those thy beauty fresher is, thy smell Arabian spices doth excel.' 'This rain,' the Rose replied, 'feeds and betrays My odours; adds and cuts off days: Had I not spread my leaves to catch this dew, My scent had not invited you.' Urania sigh'd, and softly said, ''Tis so, Showers blow the Rose, and ripen woe; For mine, alas! when washt in floods sweet clean, Heaven put his hand forth, and did glean.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CITY TREES by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON NEW ENGLAND'S GROWTH by WILLIAM BRADFORD EPISTLE FROM ONE ABSENT EDITOR TO ANOTHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD CONTENT: A SONG by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |