Poetry Feeds The Soul...

A Contemplation Upon Flowers

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Brave flowers, that I could gallant it like you,

And be as little vain;

You come abroad and make a harmless show,

And to your bed of earth again;

You are not proud, you know your birth,

For your embroidered garments are from earth.

You do obey your months and times, but I

Would have it ever spring;

My fate would know no winter, never die,

Nor think of such a thing;

Oh that I could my bed of earth but view,

And smile and look as cheerfully as you.

Oh teach me to see death and not to fear,

But rather to take truce;

How often have I seen you at a bier,

And there look fresh an spruce;

You fragrant flowers then teach me that my breath

Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.

Henry King