THE poppy has spread out her petticoat red, The little moon lily has lifted her head, The flax blows blue as a fairy sea, All waiting for thee. The jewelled and delicate butterfly knows Where the iris, his equal in loveliness, grows, The snapdragon bends to the weight of the bee— They are wiser than we. The scornful sun on his chariot throne Makes mock of a lover left waiting alone, Then hurries to westward with mischievous glee; Be fleeter than he. Already the shadows are far too long, The robin is hinting at evensong; Why should the moon my solitude see? Come quickly to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE ART OF WRITING by PHILIP AYRES SONNET TO BRITAIN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SALOME by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL THE INN ALBUM: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION |