WHAT is there in the universal Earth More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree? Haply a Halo round the Moon--a glee Circling from three sweet pair of Lips in Mirth; And haply you will say the dewy birth Of morning Roses--riplings tenderly Spread by the Halcyon's breast upon the Sea-- But these Comparisons are nothing worth-- Then is there nothing in the world so fair? The silvery tears of April?--Youth of May? Or June that breaths out life for butterflies? No--none of these can from my favourite bear Away the Palm--yet shall it ever pay Due Reverence to your most sovereign eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PETITION (1) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CONSOLATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH ON JAMES GRIEVE, THE LAIRD OF BOGHEAD by ROBERT BURNS |