Blossom that lov'st on shadowy banks to lie, Gemming the deep rank grass with flowers so blue, That the pure turquoise matched with their rich hue Pales, fades, and dims; so exquisite a dye, That scarce the brightness of the autumn sky, Which sleeps upon the bosom of the stream, On whose fringed margent thy star-flowerets gleam In its clear azure with thy tints may vie; Shade-loving flower, I love thee! not alone That thou dost haunt the greenest coolest spot, For ever, by the tufted alder thrown, Or arching hazel, or vine mantled cot, But that thy very name hath a sweet tone Of parting tenderness -- Forget me not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE BEDTIME by FRANCIS ROBERT ST. CLAIR ERSKINE |