OH lady, take these wilding flowers, Earliest of Spring's reviving birth, And emblems, in her freshening bowers, Of all that's bright and best of earth. In hue so sweet, so pure, so fair, These symbols of divinest things, Like maidens, court the summer air, And shrink from Winter's icy wings. But born from day's irradiant beam, They caught these hues, so softly bright, Live in the blaze, and only seem More glorious for the dazzling light. Far different law must she obey, Their sister flower, the lovely maid, And, shrinking from the glare away, Owe all her beauties to the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE YEARS TO BE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET KEATS WAS AN UNBELIEVER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PENELOPE by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: JACQUELINE, COUNTESS OF HOLLAND by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |