ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;
Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;
Merry springtime's harbinger,
With her bells dim;
Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Marigolds on death-beds blowing,
Larks'-heels trim;
All dear Nature's children sweet
Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet,
Blessing their sense!
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!
The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor
The boding raven, nor chough hoar,
Nor chattering pye,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
Or with them any discord bring,
But from it fly!
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Imagery is superb!fantastic poem
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I get the sense in the first line:
"ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, "
that the meaning behind this poem is not negative, but optimistic of love even after locking ball-in-chain to yourself in marriage. I sense unending joy, passion and devotion. -
Great imagery here. I can see the bride and groom walking upon petals of flowers and the birds singing their songs.
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Wow his referance to essential oils and herbs is amazing an to their credit of healing or destructive properties. Even then he was still true to his nature and loved to cloak it with poetic justice.
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that is actually a really cute song or poem or whatever you want to call it. So I like how he is talking about the bird singing to them after the wedding like a luulabye. well I g2g
Love always
Megan
ps this was an awsome poem -
A beautiful poem!
Awesome poetry-soooo romantic! -
love it
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