Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: THE HYACINTH, by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here in this wrecked storm-wasted garden-close Last Line: Of some love-laden, fair athenian girl? Subject(s): Hyacinths | ||||||||
HERE in this wrecked storm-wasted garden-close The grave of infinite generations fled Of flowers that now lay lustreless and dead, As the gray dust of Eden's earliest rose. What bloom is this, whose classical beauty glows Radiantly chaste, with the mild splendor shed Round a Greek virgin's poised and perfect head, By Phidias wrought 'twixt rapture and repose? Mark the sweet lines whose matchless ovals curl Above the fragile stem's half shrinking grace, And say if this pure hyacinth doth not seem (Touched by enchantments of an antique dream) A flower no more, but the low drooping face Of some love-laden, fair Athenian girl? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 7. OF HYACINTHUS by BION ADMONITION FOR SPRING by LOUIS ALEXANDER MACKAY HYACINTHS by ARTHUR TRUMAN MERRILL SONNET: TO A HYACINTH IN JANUARY by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN HYACINTHS TO FEED THY SOUL by MOSHARREF OD-DIN IBN MOSLEH OD-DIN SADI A HYACINTH FOR EDITH by ARTHUR JAMES MARSHALL SMITH TO A HYACINTH SONG by VIRGINIA STAIT A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE |
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