The Poetry Friday Round-up is at The Simple and the Ordinary.
Philip Freneau lived from 1752-1832. He is known as the "poet of the American Revolution." He is buried in my town of Matawan, NJ. Perhaps when Freneau penned these words, wild honeysuckle was growing on the land where our house now stands.
The Wild Honeysuckle
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat
Untouched thy honeyed blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
No roving foot shall crush thee here.
No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature's self in white arrayed
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Thus quietly thy summer goes,
Thy days declining to repose.
5 comments:
What a lovely poem and your blog reminds me of summertime. May it come soon!!!
Thanks for the lovely poem. We have honeysuckle growing nearby. It's the sweet smell of summer!
"And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Thus quietly thy summer goes,
Thy days declining to repose."
Lovely, lovely. Thank you! I am enjoying your flower photos too...
I so love the scent of honeysuckle in the summer night air. Soon, I think, it will be here.
A great poem! Welcome to poetry Friday!
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