Two springs she saw -- two radiant Tuscan springs, What time the wild red tulips are aflame In the new wheat, and wreaths of young vine frame The daffodils that every light breeze swings; And the anemones that April brings Make purple pools, as if Adonis came Just there to die; and Florence scrolls her name In every blossom Primavera flings. Now, when the scented iris, straight and tall, Shall hedge the garden gravel once again With pale blue flags, at May's exulting call, And when the amber roses, wet with rain, Shall tapestry the old grey villa wall, We, left alone, shall seek one bud in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |