I STROLL forth this flowery day Of "print-frocks" and buds of may, And speedwells of tender blue Whom no sky can match for hue. I love well my English home; Yet far thoughts do stealing come To throng me like honey-bees, Till far flowers my fancy sees -- 'Tis almond against the snows, And gentian, and mountain rose, And Iris, in purple bright -- The France flower, the flower of light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |