The broad magnolia's blooms are white; Her blooms are large, as if the moon Had lost her way some lazy night, And lodged here till the afternoon. Oh, vast white blossoms breathing love! White bosom of my lady dead, In your white heaven overhead I look, and learn to look above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE DARK HILLS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FALL OF THE YEAR by EMIL BLEMONT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |