I The Rhodora. Emerson. N May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods; Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why Thy charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being. Why thou wert here, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask-I never knew; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there, brought you. To the Early Primrose. H. K. White. MILD offspring of a dark and sullen sire! Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms, And cradled in the winds. Thee when young Spring first questioned Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw, To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Unnoticed and alone Thy tender elegance. So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms Of chill adversity; in some lone walk Of life she rears her head, Obscure and unobserved; While every bleaching breeze that on her blows, Chastens her spotless purity of breast, And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life. We have short time to stay as you; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or any thing: We die As your showers do; and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found again. To Blossoms. Robert Herrick. FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What! were ye born to be, An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night? 'Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we Into the grave. Little Red Riding Hood. COME Lætitia Elizabeth Landon. ME back, come back together, Ye days of April weather, By the haunted hours before! From the green leaves of the wildwood, For Red Riding Hood, the darling,— The fields were covered over Below her footsteps bent. |