Poet: Philip Morin Freneau
Dates: 2 January 1752 – 18 December 1832
Title of Poem: The Wild Honeysuckle
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
…No roving foot shall crush thee here,
…No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature’s self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the gaurdian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
…Thus quietly thy summer goes,
…Thy days declinging to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died–nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
…Unpitying frosts, and Autumn’s power
…Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evenign dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
…The space between, is but an hour,
…The frail duration of a flower.
Brief Biography: Often called the Poet of the American Revolution Philip Freneau was also a sea captain and newspaper editor. Hi poem ‘The House of the Night’ is one of the first romantic poems to be written and published in America. Freneau may not be as well-known as his contemporary American poets but he is noted for introducing themes and images that later writers became famous for.