Poems (1898)/Immortal

by Florence Earle Coates

For other versions of this work, see Immortal (Coates, "Life is like a beauteous flower").

Not to be confused with Immortal (Coates, "How living are the dead").

IMMORTAL

Life is like a beauteous flower,
Closing to the world at even,—
Closing for a dreamless hour,
To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.

Life is like a bird that nests
Close to earth, no shelter scorning,
Yet, upmounting from her breast,
Fills the skies with song at morning.