THE promise of these fragrant flowers, The fruit that 'neath these blossoms lies Once hung, they say, in Eden's bowers, And tempted Eve in Paradise. O fairest daughter of Eve's blood, Lest her misprision thine should be, I've nipped temptation in the bud And send this snowy spray to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN ODE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE SPHINX by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL ASOLANDO: DUBIETY by ROBERT BROWNING MARTIN RELPH by ROBERT BROWNING |