'See, Daphne, see!' Florelio cried, <br />'And learn the sad effects of pride; <br />Yon shelter'd rose, how safe conceal'd! <br />How quickly blasted when reveal'd! <br /> <br />'The sun with warm attractive rays <br />Tempts it to wanton in the blaze; <br />A gale succeeds from eastern skies, <br />And all its blushing radiance dies. <br /> <br />'So you, my Fair! of charms divine, <br />Will quit the plains, too fond to shine <br />Where Fame's transporting rays allure, <br />Though here more happy, more secure. <br /> <br />'The breath of some neglected maid <br />Shall make you sigh you left the shade; <br />A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, <br />As, to the rose, an eastern wind.' <br /> <br />The nymph replied!-'You first, my Swain! <br />Confine your sonnets to the plain; <br />One envious tongue alike disarms <br />You of your wit, me of my charms. <br /> <br />'What is, unknown, the poet's skill? <br />Or what, unheard, the tuneful thrill? <br />What, unadmired, a charming mien? <br />Or what the rose's blush unseen?'<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-bud/
