No flower I bring you but the scentless weed That in my youth's deserted garden grew Wherein no zephyr of soft passion blew Nor gust of anger bent the barren reed. What advocate have they, to help their need, These meagre verses, faded, sad, and few Writ ere I loved you? Not my love of you, For that proud novice is unused to plead. Cast them away, and I will others bring Of richer fragrance, when the summer's prime Hast burst the late buds of the laggard spring. And yet, how idle that I then should sing, Or you should listen, when to judging Time The heart will speak without the pomp of rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |