Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime; Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |