Poem by Mary Robinson

Stanzas to Flora

LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine
With scented leaves of EGLANTINE;
Enamell’d buds and gaudy flow’rs,
The pride of FLORA’S painted bow’rs;
Such common charms shall ne’er be wove
Around the brows of him I LOVE. 

Fair are their beauties for a day, 
But swiftly do they fade away; 
Each PINK sends forth its choicest sweet 
AURORA’S warm embrace to meet; 
And each inconstant breeze, that blows, 
Steals essence from the musky ROSE. 

Then lead me, FLORA, to some vale, 
Where, shelter’d from the fickle gale, 
In modest garb, amidst the gloom, 
The constant MYRTLE sheds perfume; 
And hid secure from prying eyes, 
In spotless beauty BLOOMS and DIES. 

And should its velvet leaves dispense 
No pow’rful odours to the sense; 
Should no proud tints of gaudy hue, 
With dazz’ling lustre pain the view; 
Still shall its verdant boughs defy 
The northern blast, and wintry sky. 

AH, VENUS ! should this hand of mine 
Steal from thy tree a wreath divine, 
Assist me, while I fondly bind 
Two Hearts, by holy FRIENDSHIP join’d; 
Thy cherish’d branches then shall prove, 
Sacred to TRUTH, as well as LOVE.

1. The Faded Bouquet
2. Ode to Reflection
3. The Lascar
4. Ode to Melancholy
5. Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp

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