As I went from flower to flower (I have told you how) I have told you what I found Dead not growing on the ground. Look upon me now. If you would not find yourself In an evil hour Too far on a fatal track Clasp your hands behind your back. Never pick a flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE INNER VISION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FROGS: A 'EURIPIDEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |