To The Baron De Humboldt, On His Bringing Me Some Flowers In March.
18th Century Helen Maria Williams EnglishTO THE BARON DE HUMBOLDT,
ON HIS BRINGING ME SOME FLOWERS IN MARCH.
SOOTH'D I receive the flowers you bring, Whose charm anticipates the Spring; Whose tints in vernal freshness vie With plants beneath an austral sky, — Those glowing plants that, long unknown, Your travell'd science made our own: — Bright gift! in lavish grace array'd, Thy flowers have only bloom'd to fade, — Their transient being soon forgot: How far unlike the giver's lot!