WHAT of all the color shall I bring you for your fairing, Fit to lay your fingers on, fine enough for you ? Yellow for the ripened rye, white for ladies' wearing, Red for briar-roses, or the skies' own blue ? Nay, for spring has touched the elm, spring has found the willow, Winds that call the swallow home sway the boughs apart; Green shall all my curtains be, green shall be my pillow, Green I'll wear within my hair, and green upon my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON A PICTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |