Obscurity

Like beauteous flowers which vainly waste their scent
Of odours in unhaunted deserts.

Obscurity

The palpable obscure.

Obscurity

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Obscurity

Yet was he but a squire of low degree.

Obscurity

As night the life-inclining stars best shows,
So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Obscurity

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Obscurity Pink

Yet still he fills affection's eye,
Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind.

Obscurity