WHERE sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, Leaves round the elm-tree faded are lying; Violets are gone from their grassy dell, With the cowslip cups, where the fairies dwell; The rose from the garden hath passed away -- Yet happy, fair boy, is thy natal day! For love bids it welcome, the love which hath smiled Ever around thee, my gentle child! Watching thy footsteps, and guarding thy bed, And pouring out joy on thy sunny head. Roses may vanish, but this will stay -- Happy and bright is thy natal day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS |