Ye Are Not Miss’d, Fair Flowers!
Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers, that late were spreadingThe summer’s glow by fount and breezy grot;There falls the dew, its fairy favours shedding--The leaves dance on, the young birds miss you not.
Still plays the sparkle o’er the rippling water,O lily! whence thy cup of pearl is gone;The bright wave mourns not for its loveliest daughter,There is no sorrow in the wind’s low tone.
And thou, meek hyacinth! afar is rovingThe bee that oft thy trembling bells hath kiss’d.Cradled ye were, fair flowers! ’midst all things loving,A joy to all--yet, yet, ye are not miss’d!
Ye, that were born to lend the sunbeam gladness,And the winds fragrance, wandering where they list,Oh! it were breathing words too deep in sadness,To say earth’s human flowers not more are miss’d.
Words in this poem
- breezy a.
- Characterized by, or having, breezes; airy.
- afar adv.
- At, to, or from a great distance; far away; -- often used with from preceding, or off following; as, he was seen from afar; I saw him afar off. [Pref. a-.(for on or of) + far.]
- sunbeam n.
- A beam or ray of the sun. [AS. sunnebeam.]
- sadness n.
- Heaviness; firmness.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Ye Are Not Miss’d, Fair Flowers! is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poems of Felicia Hemans, Project Gutenberg ebook #66785; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Felicia Hemans, Ye Are Not Miss’d, Fair Flowers!, in Poems (1808–1835), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #66785, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hemans-poems/ye-are-not-miss-d-fair-flowers.html, id L19640.
Form and metre
Ye Are Not Miss’d, Fair Flowers! is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 A-A- spreadingA · grot · sheddingA · not
- 2 A-A- waterA · gone · daughterA · tone
- 3 -A-A roving · kiss'dA · loving · miss'dA
- 4 ABAB gladnessA · listB · sadnessA · miss'dB
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Ye are not miss’d, fair flowers, that late were spreading | 11 | ·····/···/˘ |
| The summer’s glow by fount and breezy grot; | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| There falls the dew, its fairy favours shedding-- | 11 | ·····/˘/˘/˘ |
| The leaves dance on, the young birds miss you not. | 10 | ·········· |
| Still plays the sparkle o’er the rippling water, | 11 | ···/˘··/˘/˘ |
| O lily! whence thy cup of pearl is gone; | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| The bright wave mourns not for its loveliest daughter, | 12 | ··········/˘ |
| There is no sorrow in the wind’s low tone. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| And thou, meek hyacinth! afar is roving | 11 | ···/˘·˘/·/˘ |
| The bee that oft thy trembling bells hath kiss’d. | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Cradled ye were, fair flowers! ’midst all things loving, | 11 | /˘···/···/˘ |
| A joy to all--yet, yet, ye are not miss’d! | 10 | ·········· |
| Ye, that were born to lend the sunbeam gladness, | 11 | ·······/·/˘ |
| And the winds fragrance, wandering where they list, | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Oh! it were breathing words too deep in sadness, | 11 | ···/˘····/˘ |
| To say earth’s human flowers not more are miss’d. | 10 | ···/˘/···· |
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