OH, here's, oh, here's your sassafras! -- Across the stall, (as I did pass), -- Lo, in small bundles red and lone, The savory woodland stuff was shown! Here's sassafras! Here country memories to buy! Here Tyre and Nineveh and Rome; And youth, spice-laden, going by When the round sun is low in sky, And home, home! I had not thought it long ago, Since we came home across the grass -- But just a yesterday or so -- Till that call shook me to and fro; Here's sassafras! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ARIADNE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DAUGHTER IN LAW by ANNE BRADSTREET |