The loneliest mountain, with no house or tree, Still has its little flower so sweet and wild;While I, a dreamer, strange and but half known, Can find no equal till I meet a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 24, ASKING FOR HER HEART (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |