While sickness still my step detains From scenes where vernal pleasure reigns, Where Spring has bath'd with dewy tear The blossoms of the op'ning year; To soothe confinement's languid hours, You send a lavish gift of flowers, Midst whose soft odours mem'ry roves O'er all the images she loves. Not long their sweetness shall prevail, Their rosy tints shall soon be pale, Yet fancy in their fading hues No emblem of our friendship views; Its firm fidelity shall last, When all the flowers of spring are past; And when life's summer shall be o'er, That summer which returns no more, Still friendship, with perennial bloom, Shall soften half the winter's gloom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN CLOUDY JUNE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MORNING WALK by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A HYMN FOR EASTER DAY by JOHN BYROM PRECIOUS STONES; AN INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |