I. Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk; Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk. II. Tell her that I should live Not quite so sore distressed, If she to you would give A throne upon her breast. III. Tell her that should she hie To my parched plot to see If I be dead, that I No more should withered be. IV. If I were dead, her feet My spirit would revive, As may her bosom sweet Keep you, sweet flower, alive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS by WALT WHITMAN QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |