All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! Ere spring was going -- ah, spring is gone! And there comes no summer to the like of you and me, -- Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on. All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree, Browned at the edges, turned in a day; And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me, And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS THE MACHINE by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE DEATH OF JEFFERSON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH PIPPA AND HER FLOWERS by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE ESCAPE by JACQUES GEORGES CLEMENCEAU LE CLERQ |