When Whilst Thou Thy Elegance Splay

Thou art growth not for behind weeds To hide and toil in suffocating silence A flower thou art, hidden is an impudence Gloweth, blossometh thou art; so draweth looks to thy bouquet The pungent fragrance of thy plump petals hath a voice that captureth all The flagrant shade of thy colour, 'tis to tameth eyes and maketh sprawl Sprout, sprout, tarry behind weeds not; this dormancy becomes you not Thy beauty, hast a cause to't Thy radiance, hast a purpose to 'fit A flower thou art, hidden is an impudence Sprout, sprout, tarry behind weeds not; this dormancy becomes you not