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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WREATH, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Since I in storms used most to be
Last Line: Sing thy just praise, and see thy face.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
First Line: Since I in storms used most to be
Last Line: Sing thy just praise, and see thy face.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
Since I in storms used most to be
And seldom yielded flowers,
How shall I get a wreath for thee
From those rude, barren hours?
The softer dressings of the Spring,
Or Summer's later store
I will not for thy temples bring,
Which thorns, not roses wore.
But a twined wreath of grief and praise,
Praise soiled with tears, and tears again
Shining with joy, like dewy days,
This day I bring for all thy pain,
Thy causeless pain! and sad as death,
Which sadness breeds in the most vain,
(O not in vain!) now beg thy breath;
Thy quick'ning breath, which gladly bears
Through saddest clouds to that glad place,
Where cloudless choirs sing without tears,
Sing thy just praise, and see thy face.