YE beauties! O how great the sum Of sweetness that ye bring; On what a charity ye come To bless the latter spring! How kind the visit that ye pay, Like strangers on a rainy day, When heartiness despaired of guests: No neighbour's praise your pride alarms, No rival flow'r surveys your charms, Or heightens, or contests! Lo, through her works gay nature grieves How brief she is and frail, As ever o'er the falling leaves Autumnal winds prevail. Yet still the philosophic mind Consolatory food can find, And hope her anchorage maintain: We never are deserted quite; 'Tis by succession of delight That love supports his reign. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |