1. magnolia

  • 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—
    More near than we—to nature’s silentness;
      Is it not voiceful to thy finer ear?

    ...

    Silas Weir Mitchell

  • At Magnolia Cemetery

    Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
      Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;
    Though yet no marble column craves
      The pilgrim here to pause.

    In seeds of laurel in the earth
      The blossom of your fame is blown,
    And somewhere, waiting for its birth,
      The shaft is in the stone!

    Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years
      Which keep...

    Henry Timrod