THERE'S a flowery shrub the May brings (Never mind the name), 'Tis enough to know its color sings Like a living flame; And my heart sings, looking at it there In my garden small; Of the growths so many and so fair, Fairest of them all. For, what time I stood and asked the bloom: "Shall I ever be Happier than in this scented room I am now with thee?" Then, uplifting graciously the head (How the garden hums!) Soft but clear the flowery creature said: "When your lady comes!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TASTING THE EARTH by JAMES OPPENHEIM EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 3 by JOHN BYROM |