There is no need to see the tansy bending In fernlike beds of aromatic green, For memory to recall a young child wending Reluctant way to school and dull routine. For Spring had open doors that lured to dreaming, The tansy bed was fresh to heated feet, And school not truly real, but only seeming, So loitering was just a welcome treat. But duty reared at last insistent banners, The bell was ringing, it was time to fly, Too late -- and she of always truthful manners Took subterfuge in uttering a lie! The years have passed in swift but long procession, And thoughts of tansy bring forth this confession. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES: 2. JONATHAN TO JOHN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BLACKBIRDS by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN WINTER STORES by CHARLOTTE BRONTE TO MR. D'URFEY, UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE BALLADS CALL'D BY HIM LYRIC ODES by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |