(Lover's Ditty) I THINK of the slope where the rabbits fed, Of the periwinks' rockwork lair, Of the fuchsias ringing their bells of red - And the something else seen there. Between the blooms where the sod basked bright, By the bobbing fuchsia trees, Was another and yet more eyesome sight - The sight that richened these. I shall seek those beauties in the spring, When the days are fit and fair, But only as foils to the one more thing That also will flower there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT IN A SPRING GROVE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |