Love And The Spring-Flower Poem by Sir John Carr

Love And The Spring-Flower



'Tis pity, ev'ry maiden knows,
Just as she cools, Love warmer grows;
But, if the chill be too severe,
Trust me, he'll wither in a tear.

Thus will the spring-flow'r bud and blow,
Wrapp'd round in many a fold of snow;
But, if an ice-wind pierce the sky,
'Twill drop upon its bed, and die!

Thursday, September 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: snow,spring,trust
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