Welcome back to Flower Poetry Fridays with Mrs. Sigourney. Each Friday a new poem will be posted from her The Voice Of Flowers.
WILD FLOWERS, GATHERED
FOR A SICK FRIEND.
RISE from the dells where ye first were born,
From the tangled beds of the weed and thorn ;
Rise, for the dews of the morn are bright,
And haste away with your eyes of light.
The greenhouse princes, with gathering frown,
On your simple garbs may look haughtily down,
Yet shrink not—His finger your heads hath
Who heeds the lowly, and humbles the proud.
The tardy spring, and the frosty sky,
Have meted your robes with a miser’s eye,
And checked the blush of your blossoms free ;
With a gentler friend your home shall be,
To a kinder ear you may tell your tale
Of the zephyr’s kiss, and the scented gale.
Ye are charmed ! ye are charmed ! and your
Is health to the bosom on which ye die.
In this short poem Mrs. Sigourney is talking to the wildflowers and letting them know they’ll appreciate where she’s taking them.
Plucking them from the thorny and wild places to take them to a sick friend is akin to saving the wildflowers from their plight amongst the weeds never to be seen.
Once the wildflowers are safe in her bouquet they can release their charming and uplifting scents to refresh the air and renew her sick friend.
Let’s keep it short and sweet and do nice things for each other.
Come back next Friday for the next installment in our series of flower poems from Mrs. Sigourney’s The Voice of Flowers, “Gossip with a Spring Bouquet”.