POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
43 
But not less in the bright flowerets under us 
Stands the revelation of his love. 
Bright and glorious is that revelation, 
Written all over this great world of ours; 
Making evident our own creation, 
In these stars of earth—these golden flowers. 
And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing, 
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part 
Of the self-same universal being, 
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart. 
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, 
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, 
Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, 
Buds that open only to decay; 
Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, 
Flaunting gaily in the golden light; 
Large desires, with most uncertain issues, 
Tender wishes, blossoming at night! 
These in flowers and men are more than seeming; 
Workings are they of the self-same powers, 
Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming, 
Seeth in himself and in the flowers. 
Everywhere about us are they glowing, 
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is horn ; 
Others, their blue eyes with tears o’erflowing, 
Stand like Buth amid the golden corn; 
