Whispering flowers, murmuring hours, Nodding and sighing to us as you grow, Bowing and bending, Sweet perfume lending, Zephyrs attending Which softly blow. Tell me your story, whence comes your glory, Why are your petals with color aglow? Have you been stealing Hues from earth's ceiling, And them revealing To us below? Sunrise and sunset, cobalt and roset, All have been merged and in you overflow, Each color gleaming Reflects the streaming Sun in its beaming, Radiant bow. When Nature fashioned in love impassioned, Did she intend just your beauty to show? In your gay dressing Was she not blessing Us by expressing Love which we know? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND VILLANELLE OF CHANGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |