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'T is but a Little Faded Flower ’t is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded... Poet: Ellen Clementine Howarth	To a Magnolia Flower in the Garden of the Armenian Convent at Venice 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—... Poet: Silas Weir Mitchell	An Irish Wild-Flower She felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can, Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold. Some farthest star, remembering what man Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold. Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears, Leaf-cloaked,... Poet: Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt	To a Wind-Flower Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, That, being made wise, I may aspire to be As beautiful in thought, and so express Immortal truths to earth’s mortality; Though to my soul ability be less Than ’t is to thee, O sweet anemone. Teach me... Poet: Madison Cawein
SonnetsII. “Our love is not a fading, earthly flower” Our love is not a fading, earthly flower: Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise, And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower, Doth momently to fresher beauty rise: To us the leafless autumn is not bare, Nor winter’s rattling boughs lack lusty... Poet: James Russell Lowell	The Flower HOW fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there... Poet: George Herbert	“’T is but a little faded flower” ’t Is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded... Poet: Ellen Clementine Howarth	As if some little Arctic flower As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem — Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer — To firmaments of sun — To strange, bright crowds of flowers — ... Poet:
Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor Circumstance Assisting in the Bright Affair So intricately done Then offered as a Butterfly... Poet:	By a flower — By a letter — By a flower — By a letter — By a nimble love — If I weld the Rivet faster — Final fast — above — Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at... Poet: