Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING-BLOSSOMS, by JULIA WARD HOWE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The little daisies, two by two Last Line: His lovely immortality. Subject(s): Flowers; Life; Spring | ||||||||
The little daisies, two by two, The lilies wet with frosted dew, The sweet procession of the Spring Carries my baby's offering. I leave the thoughts that take his place, Imaginations winged in space, And fold his shadow to my breast, With the dear lips that mine have prest. Ever my introverted eyes Recover that past paradise; Not without hell pain shuddered through Where life declined, to rise anew. Oh! to my darling carry this, The old-time phrase, the frequent kiss; Remind him how, in his decay, My life's enamel melts away. Tell him my time must also come To enter his restricted home, Where my soul furniture shall be His lovely immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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