TO JAMES FORBES, ESQ. ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, AND WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR ORIGINAL BEAUTY. Helen Maria Williams Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Williams, Helen Maria, 1759-1827. Poems on various subjects: with introductory remarks on the present state of science and literature in France. London G. and W. B. Whittaker 1823 pp. [262]-263.

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TO JAMES FORBES , ESQ . ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE , AND WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR ORIGINAL BEAUTY . SWEET spoils of consecrated bowers , How dear to me these chosen flowers ! I love the simplest bud that blows , I love the meanest weed that grows : Symbols of nature — every form That speaks of her this heart can warm ; But ye , delicious flowers , assume In fancy's eye a brighter bloom ; A dearer pleasure ye diffuse , Cull'd by the fountain of Vaucluse ! For ye were nurtur'd on the sod Where PETRARCH mourn'd , and LAURA trod ; Ye grew on that inspiring ground Where love has shed enchantment round ; Where still the tear of passion flows , Fond tribute to a poet's woes ! Yet , cherish'd flowers , with love and fame This wreath entwines a milder name ; Friendship , who better knows than they The spells that smooth our length'ning way , — Friendship the blooming off'ring brought ; When FORBES the classic fountain sought , For me he cull'd the fresh-blown flowers , And fix'd their hues with potent powers ; Their pliant forms with skilful care He seized , and stamp'd duration there ; His gift shall ever glad the eye , — Nor , like my verse is born to die .