Cowslips Poem by Walter Savage Landor
Cowslips
WITH rosy hand a little girl press’d down
A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill:
Often as they sprang up again, a frown
Show’d she dislik’d resistance to her will:
But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less,
She shook them to and fro, and threw them by,
And tripp’d away. “Ye loathe the heaviness
Ye love to cause, my little girls!” thought I,
“And what has shone for you, by you must die!”
Insightful and apt, ' show's she dislik'd resistance to her will'
But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less, She shook them to and fro, and threw them by, And tripp’d away. A very good poem of Walter Savage
The heaviness, the gloom caused to the little girl through the culling and withering of flowers so beautifully presented 10++
Ye love to cause, my little girls! ” thought I, “And what has shone for you, by you must die! ” very good poem. tony
“Ye loathe the heaviness Ye love to cause, my little girls! ” thought I, “And what has shone for you, by you must die! ”...beautiful loving writings; cause the love life is glorified and faded away..... Love invites life and death with happy and sorrow together......
Human nature! ! Musing along! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautifully conceived nature poem well deserving classic poem of the Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A lovely piece on human nature set in a beautifully described nature. I liked the concluding line to sum up the incident.