WELCOME, dear Heart, and a most kind goodmorrow; The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine: -- Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine. Here are red Roses, gathered at thy cheeks, The white were all too happy to look white: For love the Rose, for faith the Lily speaks; It withers in false hands, but here 'tis bright! Dost love sweet Hyacinth? Its scented leaf Curls manifold, -- all love's delights blow double: 'Tis said this flow'ret is inscribed with grief, -- But let that hint of a forgotten trouble. I plucked the Primrose at night's dewy noon; Like Hope, it showed its blossoms in the night; -- 'Twas, like Endymion, watching for the Moon! And here are Sun-flowers, amorous of light! These golden Buttercups are April's seal, -- The Daisy-stars her constellations be: These grew so lowly, I was forced to kneel, Therefore I pluck no daisies but for thee! Here's Daisies for the morn, Primrose for gloom, Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours: -- A wight once made a dial of their bloom, -- So may thy life be measured out by flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE |