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TO A MAGNOLIA FLOWER IN THE GARDEN OF AN ARMENIAN CONVENT AT VENICE, by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL Poet's Biography First Line: I saw thy beauty in its high estate Last Line: To-day is thine -- to-morrow thou art death's! Variant Title(s): To A Magnolia Flower Subject(s): Magnolias | ||||||||
I SAW thy beauty in its high estate Of perfect empire, where at set of sun In the cool twilight of thy lucent leaves The dewy freshness told that day was done. Hast thou no gift beyond thine ivory cone's Surpassing loveliness? Art thou not near -- More near than we -- to nature's silentness; Is it not voiceful to thy finer ear? Thy folded secrecy doth like a charm Compel to thought. What spring-born yearning lies Within the quiet of thy stainless breast That doth with languorous passion seem to rise? The soul doth truant angels entertain Who with reluctant joy their thoughts confess: Low-breathing, to these sister spirits give The virgin mysteries of thy heart to guess. What whispers hast thou from yon childlike sea That sobs all night beside these garden walls? Canst thou interpret what the lark hath sung When from the choir of heaven her music falls? If for companionship of purity The equal pallor of the risen moon Disturb thy dreams, dost know to read aright Her silver tracery on the dark lagoon? The mischief-making fruitfulness of May Stirs all the garden folk with vague desires: Doth there not reach thine apprehensive ear The faded longing of these dark-robed friars, When, in the evening hour to memories given, Some gray-haired man amid the gathering gloom For one delirious moment sees again The gleam of eyes and white-walled Erzeroum? Hast thou not loved him for this human dream? Or sighed with him who yester-evening sat Upon the low sea-wall, and saw through tears His ruined home, and snow-clad Ararat? If thou art dowered with some refined sense That shares the counsels of the nesting bird, Canst hear the mighty laughter of the earth, And all that ear of man hath never heard, If the abysmal stillness of the night Be eloquent for thee, if thou canst read The glowing rubric of the morning song, Doth each new day no gentle warning breed? Shall not the gossip of the maudlin bee, The fragrant history of the fallen rose, Unto the prescience of instinctive love Some humbler prophecy of joy disclose? Cold vestal of the leafy convent cell, The traitor days have thy calm trust betrayed; The sea-wind boldly parts thy shining leaves To let the angel in. Be not afraid! The gold-winged sun, divinely penetrant, The pure annunciation of the morn Breathes o'er thy chastity, and to thy soul The tender thrill of motherhood is borne. Set wide the glory of thy perfect bloom! Call every wind to share thy scented breaths! No life is brief that doth perfection win. To-day is thine -- to-morrow thou art death's! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O'KEEFFE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE MAGNOLIA TREE by EASTER ROHRER BECKER MAGNOLIAS IN THE MOONLIGHT by INEZ E. FRANCK SONNET: MAGNOLIA GARDENS by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE MAGNOLIA BLOSSOMS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER MAGNOLIA GRANDIFLORA by CORA CASE PORTER THREE NATURE POEMS: MAGNOLIA TREE by EVA HINTON ROBINSON MAGNOLIA by MARGARET SACKVILLE MOTHER TO DAUGHTER by MARGUERITE STEFFAN A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |
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