Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A TEXAS PRIMROSE, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN Poet's Biography First Line: A flake of cloud was trembling cast Last Line: This side of castaly. Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding Subject(s): Primroses | ||||||||
A flake of cloud was trembling cast Where April walked in dew; Earth loved the alien, made it fast; It blushed, and then was you. So light it seems you'd upward go, Then tender turn and cling And like a maid 'tween nod and no Grow sweeter wavering. Still in two worlds you hold a dower; The snowdrop of the air, And rose of earth, here one in flower A double beauty dare. But this thing lack you. (May it be You will not lack it long!) You've no estate in poesy, No pedigree in song. What lovers of the stern frontier Here halted, no less brave For wondering how you'd glowing cheer An uncompanioned grave! Heroes, but not of those who go To conquest pen in hand, So left your loveliness to blow Unmeasured and unscanned. Royal your robe from ancient time, Ere rose and daffodil, But must for want of broidered rhyme Kirtle a gypsy still. So meekly shining, shyly gay, And so for music meet, I wonder what would happen, say, If I were Herrick, sweet. Ah, he would smuggle you somehow Into the Muses' hall, And proud court flowers there should bow To a new queen lineal. With hint and smile he'd fix your sound Unquestioned dynasty, Sending the happy whisper round, Beauty is pedigree. And Grasmere's sage, if hereabout He found your face at dawn, Would silent sit the full day out, And dark would come too soon. Then mumbling home he'd take you too, Imprisoned in a line, And ne'er would you need sun or dew Who there so fixed would shine. O delicate barbarian, I've no immortal art To sing you as the laurelled can, But travel in my heart, And though my way be bare and brown And many a mile we see, I vow I will not set you down This side of Castaly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING PRIMROSE by JOHN CLARE THE PRIMROSE by ROBERT HERRICK TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO A PRIMROSE by EDNA S. CODDINGTON HOW PRIMROSES CAME GREEN by ROBERT HERRICK THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |
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