THE Strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed, <br />Plant of my native soil!--the Lime may fling <br />More potent fragrance on the zephyr's wing, <br />The milky Cocoa richer juices shed, <br />The white Guava lovelier blossoms spread-- <br />But not, like thee, to fond remembrance bring <br />The vanished hours of life's enchanting spring; <br />Short calendar of joys for ever fled! <br />Thou bid'st the scenes of childhood rise to view, <br />The wild wood-path which fancy loves to trace; <br />Where, veil'd in leaves, thy fruit of rosy hue <br />Lurk'd on its pliant stem with modest grace. <br />But ah! when thought would later years renew, <br />Alas, successive sorrows crowd the space!<br /><br />Helen Maria Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-the-strawberry/
