IT chanced on the noon of an April day A dragon-fly passed in its sunward play And furled his flight for a passing hour To drain the life of a passion-flower. ... Who cares if a ruined blossom die, O bright blue wandering dragon-fly? Love came, with his ivory flute, His pleading eye, and his wingèd foot. "I am weary," he murmured; "O let me rest In the sheltering joy of your fragrant breast." At dawn he fled and he left no token. ... Who cares if a woman's heart be broken? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE THE PROEM. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |