The mad wind is the warden, And the smiling dahlias nod To the dahlias across the garden, And the wastes of the golden rod. They never pray for pardon, Nor ask his way nor forego, Nor close their hearts nor harden Nor stay his hand, nor bestow Their hearts filched out of their bosoms, Nor plan for dahlias to be. For the wind blows over the garden And sets the dahlias free. They drift to the song of the warden, Heedless they give him heed. And he walks and blows through the garden Blossom and leaf and seed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNKNOWN WIND by DOROTHY BURGESS THE AGE OF BRONZE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OBSEQUIES TO THE LADY ANNE HAY by THOMAS CAREW |