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,
YET TRIUMPHS UNSUBDUED. 

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,
AND BLOSSOM ON MY GRAVE.



Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow
  2. Ode to Melancholy
  3. Ode to Valour
  4. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green
  5. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb


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