In a garden that I know, Only palest blossoms blow. There the lily, purest nun, Hides her white face from the sun. And the maiden rose-bud stirs In a garment fair as hers. One shy bird, with folded wings Sits within the leaves and sings; Sits and sings the daylight long, Just a patient, plaintive song. Other gardens greet the spring With a blaze of blossoming; Other song-birds, piping clear, Chorus from the branches near; But my blossoms, palest known, Bloom for me and me alone, And my bird, though sad and lonely, Sings for me, and for me only. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE |