IT lies all fair about me, The color of the spring; It flashes clear above me In the scarlet of a wing. It flames in the cowslips' yellow, It pales in the wind-flower's flush; Burns keen in the tulip-borders, Fades brown in the coat of the thrush. @3Alone amid the young world's joy My young sorrow goeth. Dark against the apple-blows My black garment showeth.@1 It spreads all gay about me, The Summer's show of flowers. They have more lovely colors Than an August day hath hours; Proud marigolds in orange, Tall larkspur in burning blues; Poppies and wall-flowers and pansies, -- Which flower, -- which flower to choose! @3Alone amid the bright world's joy My young sorrow goeth. Dark among the garden-rows My black garment showeth.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD |