ON Flower Day the gardens came In close, baked city streets to bloom, Dark alleys drank the sweet perfume; The roses reddened many a room On Flower Day. Unnumbered children without name Were cheered and charmed by fragrant flowers Fresh from the unknown garden bowers -- Ay! there was balm for countless hours On Flower Day. Love's spark was fanned into a flame, The city paused its sordid greed, The latent God in man gave heed Unto a poor child's soulful need On Flower Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 3. ARBOR VITAE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON |