O MY flowers! On your bosom Sweet and pale the silver-cradled Night shall swoon away with love. On your carpet gay, of blossom Blue and gold, the softly-sandalled Breeze shall dance from noon to noon. O my flowers! At your coming All the earth glows into gladness, Dark and cloudy griefs remove. In my heart the wind is roaming Wild, the grass is parched with sadness. Spring! my lovely Spring, come soon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT |