I LOVE the modest Violet, And Pink and Pansy lovely hold, The blushing Rose with dewdrop wet-- But most I love the Marigold. Fair flower that erst in love didst fall With the great God who gives us day, Thee shall I more unhappy call, Or over true to Cupid's sway? That God who changed thee to a flower, Sweet blossom of the golden hue! To change thy passion lacked the power-- His beauty thou dost still pursue. And ever thy love-languid face Expands beneath his eyes' bright glow; And soon as he deserts the place, Thou dost all wan and pallid grow. I love thee, tristful Marigold! I love thee, dear ill-fated flower! In thine my own sad fate is told, With pain and constancy for dower. I love the modest Violet, And Pink and Pansy lovely hold, The blushing Rose with dewdrop wet-- But most I love the Marigold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK RECOGNITION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE JOHN WEISS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A LETTER SENT FROM OCTAVIA TO HER HUSBAND MARCUS ANTONIUS INTO EGYPT by SAMUEL DANIEL LOVE'S RIVALS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TRUE OR FICKLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RAINBOW (1) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |