I'LL pull a bunch of buds and flowers, And tie a ribbon round them, If you'll but think, in your lonely hours, Of the sweet little girl that bound them. I'll cull the earliest that put forth, And those that last the longest; And the bud, that boasts the fairest birth, Shall cling to the stem that's strongest. I've run about the garden walks, And searched among the dew, Sir;-- These fragrant flowers, these tender stalks, I've plucked them all for you, Sir. So here's your bunch of buds and flowers, And here's the ribbon round them; And here, to cheer your saddened hours, Is the sweet little girl that bound them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORN WEDDING-RING by WILLIAM COX BENNETT AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI INTEGRITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET OVER THE ROSE-LEAVES, UNDER THE ROSE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND |