O GLORY-WEDDED! To thy broq A coronal is given, For Which, when song and Greece were young, The very gods had striven. O, find'st thou not that envied crown A weary weight, and chilling? Its lonely glory, is it not An ice-touch, heartward thrilling? Ah, no! even now a rosy light Those vernal leaves is flushing; O woman-hearted, love's warm buds Are 'mid thy laurels blushing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS |