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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A SWEET PEA, by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Come, little fairy, with your outstretched / wings Last Line: And know it bloweth from immortal bloom. Subject(s): Death; Farewell; Mortality; Dead, The; Parting | |||
(Which, climbing in a rose-bush, had escaped the first frost.) COME, little fairy, with your outstretched wings Uplifted, and your cloudless eyes a-dream, Why are you here where late the bluebird sings, And all your sisters drunk of Lethe's stream? Dost fear to die? 'Tis but a mental pain— And each must sleep if each would wake again Ah, child of rainbow and the setting sun, Flirting all summer where the poppies grow, Death came before your little task was done? (He has that way, as we poor mortals know!)— Then why seek shelter 'neath the rose's breast? For each must sleep if each have perfect rest. Afraid to go clad in that gaudy gown? Poor little dancing spirit of wild joy! God made thee such; nor will He ever frown On any work of His, tho' sad th' alloy. Go as thou art, if honest be thy aim— For God made honor everywhere the same. Nor fear to go! On some far twinkling star There is a home for butterflies like thee— As sterner worlds for sterner spirits are, So fairer worlds for sweeter beings be. Good-by! Some day I'll catch thy faint perfume, And know it bloweth from immortal bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN STUDY #2 FOR B.B.L. by JUNE JORDAN WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES A HARVEST SONG by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE A MEMORIAL DAY POEM FOR THE CONFEDERACY by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE |
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