Come let us walk thro' their burning hell With flowers in our hands! With flowers in our hands let us walk there, And see what power that evil air, That evil air and those burning hours, Have to hurt us who carry flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PHANTOM REVIEW by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER THE IMMOLATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONG by HELENE BUHLERT BULLOCK |