Mary Robinson ( )

To the Myrtle

UNFADING branch of verdant hue,
In modest sweetness drest,
Shake off thy pearly tears of dew,
And decorate my breast. 

Dear emblem of the constant mind,
Truths consecrated tree,
Still shall thy trembling blossoms find
A faithful friend in me. 

Nor chilling breeze, nor drizzling rain
Thy glossy leaves can spoil,
Their sober beauties fresh remain
In every varying soil. 

If eer this aching heart of mine
A wandring thought should prove;
O, let thy branches round it twine,
And bind it fast to Love. 

For ah ! the little fluttering thing,
Amidst LIFES tempest rude;
Has felt Afflictions sharpest sting,

Like THEE it braves the wintry wind,
And mocks the storms fierce powr,
Tho from its HOPES the blast unkind,
Has torn each promisd flowr. 

Tho round its fibres barbrous fate
Has twind an icy spell;
Still in its central fires elate,
The purest passions dwell. 

When LIFES disastrous scene is fled,
This humble boon I crave;
Oh! bind your branches round my head,

Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb
  2. The Widows Home
  3. To Cesario
  4. Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse
  5. The Poor Singing Dame

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