You dwell within a lovely bower, Little chafer, gold and green, Nestling in the fairest flower, The rose of snow, the garden's queen. There you drink the chrystal dew, And your shards as emeralds bright And corselet, of the ruby's hue, Hide among the petals white. Your fringed feet may rest them there, And there your filmy wings may close, But do not wound the flower so fair That shelters you in sweet repose. Insect! be not like him who dares On pity's bosom to intrude, And then that gentle bosom tears With baseness and ingratitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |