Floral poetry and the language of flowers . wakes to life, bedewed with tears ;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flowerets bloom,Amid the bare and chilling gloom,A beauteous gem appears ! All weak and wan, with head inclined. Its parent breast the drifted snow ;It trembles while the ruthless windBends its slim form; the tempest lours,Its emerald eye drops crystal showers On its cold bed below. Poor flower! on thee the sunny beam. No touch of genial warmth bestows ;Except to thaw the icy stream,^Vhose little current purls alongThy fair and glossy charms among, And whelms t
Floral poetry and the language of flowers . wakes to life, bedewed with tears ;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flowerets bloom,Amid the bare and chilling gloom,A beauteous gem appears ! All weak and wan, with head inclined. Its parent breast the drifted snow ;It trembles while the ruthless windBends its slim form; the tempest lours,Its emerald eye drops crystal showers On its cold bed below. Poor flower! on thee the sunny beam. No touch of genial warmth bestows ;Except to thaw the icy stream,^Vhose little current purls alongThy fair and glossy charms among, And whelms thee as it flows. The night-breeze tears thy silky dress, Which decked with silvery lustre shone ;The morn returns, not thee to bless,The gaudy Crocus flaunts its triumphs where its rival died, Unsheltered and unknown ! No sunny beam shall gild thy grave. No bird of pity thee deplore ;There shall no spreading branches wave ;For Spring shall all her gems revel mid her buds of gold, When thou art seen no more ! l-triH h^,. ;:^^3^:^3!^3¥:^E^
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