, is the flower?
In May, when sea-winds our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora ,
Spreading its in a damp nook,
To please the and the sluggish brook.
The , fallen in the ,
Made the water with their beauty gay;
Here might the come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that his array.
! if the ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, that eyes were made for seeing,
Why thou wert there, O of the rose!
, I never knew:
But, in my , suppose
The that brought me there .
Notes from students in ENGL 301, Fall 2002, Virginia Commonwealth University
Criticism on "The Rhodora"