IF all the carts were painted gay, And all the streets swept clean, And all the children came to play By hollyhocks, with green Grasses to grow between, If all the houses looked as though Some heart were in their stones, If all the people that we know Were dressed in scarlet gowns, With feathers in their crowns, I think this gaiety would make A spiritual land. I think that holiness would take This laughter by the hand, Till both should understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH-DAY by BERNARD BARTON INVOCATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE YOU DON'T BELIEVE by WILLIAM BLAKE |