LILIES, lilies not for me, Flowers of the pure and saintly -- I have seen in holy places Where the incense rises faintly, And the priest the chalice raises, Lilies in the altar vases, Not for me. Leave untouched each garden tree, Kings and queens of flower-land. When the summer evening closes, Lovers may-be hand in hand There will seek for crimson roses, There will bind their wreaths and posies Merrily. From the corn-fields where we met Pluck me poppies white and red; Bind them round my weary brain, Strew them on my narrow bed, Numbing all the ache and pain. -- I shall sleep nor wake again, But forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE THOU FLOWER OF SPRING by JOHN CLARE TWO PICTURES: SEA-GULL by HILDA CONKLING PHILOXIPES AND POLICRITE; AN ESSAY TO AN HEROIC POEM: CANTO 1 by CHARLES COTTON AN ATTEMPT AT THE MANNER OF WALLER by WILLIAM COWPER HYMN FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY by WILLIAM COWPER |