The Wild Honey Suckle
Philip Freneau
1752 to 1832
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The frail duration of a flower.
Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
At first thy little being came:
And planted here the guardian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Thus quietly thy summer goes,
No busy hand provoke a tear.
Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
They died –— nor were those flowers more gay,
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
Thy days declining to repose.
No roving foot shall crush thee here,
Unseen thy little branches greet:
For when you die you are the same;
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
The space between, is but an hour,
I grieve to see your future doom;
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
From morning suns and evening dews