A Celebration of Women Writers

"The Gaudy Flower." by Isaac Taylor (1759-1829)
Publication: Taylor, Jane & Taylor, Ann. Little Ann and Other Poems. London, New York: George Routledge & Sons, 1883. pp. 28-29.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

[Page 28]

THE GAUDY FLOWER.

WHY does my Anna toss her head,
  And look so scornfully around,
As if she scarcely deign'd to tread
  Upon the daisy-dappled ground?

Does fancied beauty fire thine eye,
  The brilliant tint, the satin skin?
Does the loved glass, in passing by,
  Reflect a graceful form and thin?

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Alas! that form, and brilliant fire,
  Will never win beholder's love;
It may, indeed, make fools admire,
  But ne'er the wise and good can move.

So grows the tulip, gay and bold,
  The broadest sunshine its delight;
Like rubies, or like burnish'd gold,
  It shows its petals, glossy bright.

But who the gaudy floweret crops,
  As if to court a sweet perfume!
Admired it blows, neglected drops,
  And sinks unheeded to its doom.

The virtues of the heart may move
  Affections of a genial kind;
While beauty fails to stir our love,
  And wins the eye, but not the mind.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom