Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
A Contemplation upon FlowersHenry King (15921669)
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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 embroidered garments are from earth!
Would have it ever Spring!
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing!
O, that I could my bed of earth but view,
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,
And there look fresh and spruce!
You fragrant flowers then teach me, that my breath,
Like yours, may sweeten and perfume my death!