Poems (Browning)/The Flowers
The Flowers
Farewell to Spring has long since gone—
The rosy petals, one by one,
Dropped in the field, where Blue-eyed Grass
Long too has bloomed its tenderness;
The Baby-eyes have closed in sleep,
And Brownies have ceased watch to keep;
In woodland haunts where Bleeding Hearts
Once mingled with Forget-me-nots,
Sweet Heart's-ease vainly soothed their pain;
In loneliness there left to reign,
They sadly dropped each petaled tear
For some fond past they held so dear.
The rosy petals, one by one,
Dropped in the field, where Blue-eyed Grass
Long too has bloomed its tenderness;
The Baby-eyes have closed in sleep,
And Brownies have ceased watch to keep;
In woodland haunts where Bleeding Hearts
Once mingled with Forget-me-nots,
Sweet Heart's-ease vainly soothed their pain;
In loneliness there left to reign,
They sadly dropped each petaled tear
For some fond past they held so dear.