HOW short, sweet flower, have all thy beauties been, An hour they bloomed, and now no more are seen: So human grandeur fades, so dies away; Beauty and wealth remain but for a day. But virtue lives for ever in the mind, In her alone true happiness we find: The perfume stays, although the rose be dead; So virtue lives, when every grace is fled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE THE OLD BUFFALO TRAIL by ISABEL ANDERSON A CAUTION TO POETS by MATTHEW ARNOLD |