To a Lady, with some painted Flowers
To a LADY,
with some painted Flowers.
- Flowers to the fair: To you these flowers I bring,
- And strive to greet you with an earlier spring.
- Flowers sweet, and gay, and delicate like you;
- Emblems of innocence, and beauty too.
- With flowers the Graces bind their yellow hair, 5
- And flowery wreaths consenting lovers wear.
- Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew,
- In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew.
- To loftier forms are rougher tasks assign'd;
- The sheltering oak resists the stormy wind, 10
- The tougher yew repels invading foes,
- And the tall pine for future navies grows;
- But this soft family, to cares unknown,
- Were born for pleasure and delight alone.
- Gay without toil, and lovely without art, 15
- They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart.
- Nor blush, my fair, to own you copy these;
- Your best, your sweetest empire is–to please.