OH, moon of flowers! sweet moon of flowers, Why dost thou mind me of the hours Which flew so softly on that night, When last I saw and felt thy light? Oh, moon of flowers! thou moon of flowers, Would thou couldst give me back those hours, Since which a dull cold year has fled, Or show me those with whom they sped! Oh, moon of flowers! oh, moon of flowers! In scenes afar were past those hours, Which still with fond regret I see, And wish my heart could change like thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |