Floral Poetry An Introduction
Whilst researching for several of my books, I came across some beautiful poems, several I used within the books themselves. I thought it would be nice to share some of those findings here and perhaps in a regular blog feature ‘Floral Poetry & Prose’. The majority of the poems are from a book I discovered that was printed in 1800 ‘The Poetry of Flowers’ by Mrs Kirtland.
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As Hope, with bowed head, silent stood,
And on her golden anchor leant,
Watching below the angry flood.
While Winter, ‘mid the dreariment
Half-buried in the drifted snow.
Lay sleeping on the frozen ground,
Not heeding how the wind did blow.
Bitter and bleak on all around :
She gazed on Spring, who at her feet
Was looking at the snow and sleet.
Spring sighed, and through the driving gale
Her warm breath caught the falling snow.
And from the flakes a flower as pale
Did into spotless whiteness blow;
Hope, smiling, saw the blossom fall.
And watched its root strike in the earth,—
“I will that flower the Snowdrop call,”
Said Hope, “in memory of its birth;
And through all ages it shall be
In reverence held, for love of me.”
“And ever from my hidden bowers,”
Said Spring, “it first of all shall go,
And be the herald of the flowers.
To warn away the sheeted snow :
Its mission done, then by thy side
All summer long it shall remain.
While other flowers I scatter wide
O’er every hill, and wood, and plain.
This shall return, and ever be
A sweet companion, Hope, for thee.”
Hope stooped and kissed her sister Spring,
And said, “For hours when thou art gone,
I’m left alone without a thing
That I can fix my heart upon,
‘Twill cheer me many a lonely hour.
And in the future I shall see
Those who would sink, raised by that flower.
They’ll look on it, then think of thee ;
And many a weary heart shall sing.
The Snowdrop bringeth Hope and Spring.
‘The Snowdrop’ is one of my most favourite poems, I have been unable to find out the poet, as in the book there is no name listed against it. However, I do know that it is a story from folklore of two sisters Hope & Spring. The first being sad that winter is upon them and the second to cheer up her sister, breaths life into a tiny snowflake creating the snowdrop that brings joy to the other that lasts well into summer time.
I hope you enjoy this new feature on my blog I would love to read your thoughts. Poems similar to this are featured in my book ‘Lost Love in Spring’