O Lady, leave thy silken thread <br />And flowery tapestrie: <br />There's living roses on the bush, <br />And blossoms on the tree; <br />Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand <br />Some random bud will meet; <br />Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find <br />The daisy at thy feet. <br />'Tis like the birthday of the world, <br />When earth was born in bloom; <br />The light is made of many dyes, <br />The air is all perfume; <br />There's crimson buds, and white and blue— <br />The very rainbow showers <br />Have turn'd to blossoms where they fell, <br />And sown the earth with flowers. <br />There's fairy tulips in the east, <br />The garden of the sun; <br />The very streams reflect the hues, <br />And blossom as they run: <br />While Morn opes like a crimson rose, <br />Still wet with pearly showers; <br />Then, lady, leave the silken thread <br />Thou twinest into flowers!<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-lady-leave-thy-silken-thread/
