THERE is a flower that never changeth hue; In vain the angry winds its leaves assail; Triumphant over time, in every vale It lifts its hopeful head, glistering with dew. The maiden rears it in her own sweet looks; The youth conjures it in the summer shade, Pictures its image, as by murmuring brooks He flies from scenes that his chaste dreams invade. The very fields its presence own in spring; The hills re-echo with a song of gladness; The heavens themselves their store of tribute bring, And in this flower all things renounce their sadness. O Love! where is the heart that knows not thee? Thou only bloomest everlastingly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS |