A Contemplation Upon Flowers by Henry King

BRAVE flowers–that I could gallant it like you,And be as little vain!You come abroad, and make a harmless show,And to your beds of earth again.You are not proud: you know your birth:For your embroider’d garments are from earth.You do obey your months and times, but IWould have it ever Spring:My fate would know no Winter,…

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