“Beloved! thou’rt gazing with thoughtful look <br />On those flowers of brilliant hue, <br />Blushing in spring tide freshness and bloom, <br />Glittering with diamond dew: <br />What dost thou read in each chalice fair, <br />And what does each blossom say? <br />Do they not tell thee, my peerless one, <br />Thou’rt lovelier far than they?” <br /> <br />“Not so—not so, but they whisper low <br />That quickly will fade their bloom; <br />Soon will they withered lie on the sod, <br />Ravished of all perfume; <br />They tell that youth and beauty below <br />Are doomed, alas! to decay, <br />And I, like them, in life’s flower and prime <br />May pass from this earth away.” <br /> <br />“Too sad thy thoughts! Look up at yon stars, <br />That gleam in the sapphire skies; <br />Not clearer their radiance, best beloved, <br />Than the light of thine own dark eyes! <br />With no thoughts of death or sad decay, <br />Can they thy young spirit fill; <br />Through ages they’ve shone with changeless light, <br />And yet they are shining still!” <br /> <br />“Ah! they bring before my spirit’s gaze <br />Dreams of that home so blessed, <br />Where those who have served the Master well <br />At length from their labors rest; <br />And do not chide if, despite all ties, <br />Of close-clinging earthly love, <br />There are times when I turn a wistful glance <br />To that distant home above.”<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-and-stars/
