Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER, by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There knelt beneath the tulip tree Last Line: Like the ethereal spark, from heaven! Alternate Author Name(s): Hale, Sara; Hale, Sarah Josepha Subject(s): Four-leaf Clovers | ||||||||
"There's wisdom in the grass, its teachings would we heed." THERE knelt beneath the tulip tree A maiden fair and young; The flowers o'erhead bloom'd gorgeously, As though by rainbows flung, And all around were daisies bright, And pansies with their eyes of light, Like gold the sun-kiss'd crocus shone, With beauty's smiles the earth seem'd strown, And Love's warm incense fill'd the air, While the fair girl was kneeling there. In vain the flowers may woo around, -- Their charms she does not see, For she a dearer prize has found Beneath the tulip tree; -- A little four-leaved clover, green As robes that grace the fairy queen, And fresh as hopes of early youth, When life is love, and love is truth; -- A talisman of constant love, This humble clover sure will prove! And on her heart, that gentle maid The sever'd leaves has press'd, Which through the coming night's dark shade Beneath her cheek will rest; Then precious dreams of one will rise, Like Love's own star in morning skies, So sweetly bright, we would the day His glowing chariot might delay; -- What tomes of pure and tender thought Those simple leaves to her have taught! Of old the sacred mistletoe The Druid's altar bound; The Roman hero's haughty brow The fadeless laurel crown'd. Dark superstition's sway is past, And war's red star is waning fast, Nor mistletoe, nor laurel hold The mystic language breathed of old, For nature's life no power can give, To bid the false and selfish live. But still the olive-leaf imparts, As when, dove-borne, at first, It taught heaven's lore to human hearts Its hope, and joy, and trust; Nor deem the faith from folly springs, Which innocent enjoyment brings; Better from earth root every flower, Than crush imagination's power, In true and loving minds, to raise An Eden for their coming days. As on each rock, where plants can cling, The sunshine will be shed; As from the tiniest star-lit spring, The ocean's depths are fed; Thus hopes will rise, if love's clear ray Keep warm and bright life's rock-strewn way; And from small, daily joys, distill'd, The heart's deep fount of peace is fill'd; -- Oh! blest when Fancy's ray is given, Like the ethereal spark, from heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUR-LEAFED CLOVER by EFFIE WALLER SMITH THE LUCKY FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS FOUR LEAF CLOVER by GEORGE WASHINGTON WRIGHT HOUGHTON OAKLEAF (SONNET IN A NEW FORM) by MADELINE MASON FOUR LEAF CLOVERS by PHILIP MILLER I FOUND A FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by JACK PRELUTSKY FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by MONICA SHANNON MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE |
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