Poem to the Magnolia Grandiflora
By Christopher Pearse Cranch
Majestic flower! How purely beautiful
Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green,
Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full,
Thou standest like a high-born forest queen
Among thy maidens clustering round so fair,—
I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding,
And look into thy depths, to image there
A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding,
And while thy breeze floats o’er thee, matchless flower,
I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong,
That comes like incense from thy petal-bower;
My fancy roams those southern woods along,
Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among
The unsunned leaves thy large white flower-cups hung!
Christopher Pearse Cranch (1813-1892) was an American author, poet, and landscape painter who lived much of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Unexpected in common hours 
Ethereal!
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Thank you! I love magnolia blossoms!
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Fantastic photographs! I just love that heady scent that fills the air each Spring!
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When the tree first began to bloom, the perfume was very heavy in the air. It was lovely! Thank you!
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Oh wow!
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Such lovely shots. By the way, I’ve seen your nomination, thank you so much for considering my blog.
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Thank you, and you are quite welcome. I really enjoy your posts!
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Thank you!
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Utterly gorgeous! That first one is so creamy…
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Thank you! Yes, I rather like the creamy-looking one.
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