Why this Flower is now call'd so, List' sweet maids, and you shal know. Understand, this First-ling was Once a brisk and bonny Lasse, Kept as close as Danae was: Who a sprightly Springall lov'd, And to have it fully prov'd, Up she got upon a wall, Tempting down to slide withall: But the silken twist unty'd, So she fell, and bruis'd, she dy'd. Love, in pity of the deed, And her loving-lucklesse speed, Turn'd her to this Plant, we call Now, The Flower of the Wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEFILED SANCTUARY by WILLIAM BLAKE ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 50. AL-BAHITH by EDWIN ARNOLD |