Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827/Night-Blowing Flowers

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2677605Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827Night-Blowing Flowers1827Felicia Hemans

NIGHT-BLOWING FLOWERS.

BY MRS. HEMANS.


Call back your odours, lonely flowers,
    From the night-wind call them back,
And fold your leaves till the laughing hours
    Come forth on the sunbeam's track!

The lark lies couch'd in his grassy nest,
    And the honey-bee is gone,
And all bright things are away to rest—
    Why watch ye thus alone?


Is not your world a mournful one,
    When your sisters close their eyes,
And your soft breath meets not a lingering tone
    Of song in the starry skies?

Take ye no joy in the dayspring's birth,
    When it kindles the sparks of dew?
And the thousand strains of the forest's mirth,
    Shall they gladden all but you?

Shut your sweet bells till the fawn comes out
    On the sunny turf to play,
And the woodland child, with a fairy shout,
    Goes dancing on his way.

Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom
    When the stars give quiet light;
And let us offer our faint perfume
    On the silent shrine of night.

Call it not wasted, the scent we lend
    To the breeze when no step is nigh;
Oh! thus for ever the earth should send
    Her grateful breath on high!

And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers,
    Of hopes unto sorrow given,
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours,
    Looking alone to Heaven!