I DREAM of Flo, and memory, fleeting light, Calls up the happy bygone days to-night, The scent of lavender is faint in air, (Ah, well-remembered flowers she loved to wear!) My senses float afar in rapt delight. How can I e'er forget that summer night! 'Tis not because her black eyes shone so bright, Nor is it for the witchery in her hair, I dream of Flo. She promised me a cushion well bedight With ruffles blue, and I, oh, luckless wight, Must send to her -- she said, exchange is fair -- My college pin in gold. Her cushion's where With half-closed eyes I lie. Is't not aright I dream of Flo? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG PSALM 16. CONSERVA ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW ORLEANS by BERTON BRALEY CAELIA: SONNETS: 7 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |