AH' let our love be still a folded flower, A pure, moss rose-bud blushing to be seen, Hoarding its balm and beauty for that hour When souls may meet without the clay between! Let not a breath of passion dare to blow Its tender, timid, clinging leaves apart! Let not the sunbeam, with too ardent glow, Profane the dewy freshness at its heart! Ah! keep it folded like a sacred thing! With tears and smiles its bloom and fragrance nurse; Still let the modest veil around it cling, Nor with rude touch its pleading sweetness curse. Be thou content, as I, to @3know@1, not @3see@1 The glowing life, the treasured wealth within -- To feel our spirit-flower still fresh and free, And guard its blush, its smile, from shame and sin. Ah! keep it holy! once the veil withdrawn -- Once the rose blooms -- its balmy soul will fly, As fled of old in sadness, yet in scorn, Th' awaken'd god from Psyche's daring eye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |