I hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was not the wear. So up and down I sow them For lads like me to find, When I shall lie below them, A dead man out of mind. Some seed the birds devour, And some the season mars, But here and there will flower The solitary stars, And fields will yearly bear them As light-leaved spring comes on, And luckless lads will wear them When I am dead and gone. Last Poems | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES' by ISOBEL (ISABEL) PAGAN REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO THE BEAUTIFUL ELIZA J - N by ROBERT BURNS COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE DIRGE OF SY. MALO by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |