FLOWER of the mountain! by the wanderer's hand Robb'd of thy beauty's short-lived sunny day; Didst thou but blow to gem the stranger's way, And bloom to wither in the stranger's land? Hueless and scentless as thou art, How much that stirs the memory, How much, much more, that thrills the heart, Thou faded thing, yet lives in thee! Where is thy beauty? in the grassy blade There lives more fragrance and more freshness now; Yet oh! not all the flowers that bloom and fade Are half so dear to memory's eye as thou. The dew that on the mountain lies, The breeze that o'er the mountain sighs, Thy parent stem will nurse and nourish But thou -- not e'en those sunny eyes, As bright, as blue as thine own skies, Thou faded thing! can make thee flourish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD GRAY MOOD by MARJORIE AKERMAN B. |