Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WILD FLOWERS, by CHARLOTTE SMITH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fair rising from her icy couch Last Line: And speak in various ways the bounteous hand of heaven. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Charlotte Turner Subject(s): Flowers | ||||||||
Fair rising from her icy couch, Wan herald of the floral year, The Snow-drop marks the Spring's approach, Ere yet the Primrose groups appear, Or peers the Arum from its spotted veil, Or odorous Violets scent the cold capricious gale. Then thickly strewn in woodland bowers Anemonies their stars unfold; There spring the Sorrel's veined flowers, And rich in vegetable gold From calyx pale, the freckled Cowslip born, Receives in amber cups the fragrant dews of morn. Lo! the green Thorn her silver buds Expands, to May's enlivening beam; Hottonia blushes on the floods; And where the slowly trickling stream Mid grass and spiry rushes stealing glides, Her lovely fringed flowers fair Menyanthes hides. In the lone copse or shadowy dale, Wild cluster'd knots of Harebells blow, And droops the Lily of the vale O'er Vinca's matted leaves below, The Orchis race with varied beauty charm, And mock the exploring bee, or fly's aerial form. Wound in the hedgerow's oaken boughs, The Woodbine's tassels float in air, And blushing, the uncultured Rose Hangs high her beauteous blossoms there; Her fillers there the purple Nightshade weaves, And the Brionia winds her pale and scolloped leaves. To later Summer's fragrant breath Clemati's feathery garlands dance; The hollow Foxglove nods beneath, While the tall Mullein's yellow lance, Dear to the meally tribe of evening, towers, And the weak Galium weaves its myriad fairy flowers. Sheltering the coot's or wild duck's nest, And where the timid halcyon hides, The Willow-herb, in crimson drest, Waves with Arundo o'er the tides; And there the bright Nymphea loves to lave, Or spreads her golden orbs upon the dimpling wave. And thou! by pain and sorrow blest, Papaver! that an opiate dew Conceal'st beneath thy scarlet vest, Contrasting with the Corn flower blue, Autumnal months behold thy gauzy leaves Bend in the rustling gale, amid the tawny sheaves. From the first bud whose venturous head The Winter's lingering tempest braves, To those which mid the foliage dead Sink latest to their annual grave, All are for food, for health, or pleasure given, And speak in various ways the bounteous hand of Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAW THE PROBLEM by MARK JARMAN SHAKE THE SUPERFLUX! by DAVID LEHMAN THE M??TIER OF BLOSSOMING by DENISE LEVERTOV TANKA DIARY (6) by HARRYETTE MULLEN VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN FORCED BLOOM by STEPHEN ELLIOTT DUNN ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH |
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