FLOWERS in the wall! How could he leave the house where he was born? (We children played together In warm or wintry weather) How could he leave the house where he was born? I count the stones for him and love them all. Flowers on the stone! The Siren loves the sea, but I the Past! (We children played together In warm or wintry weather) The Siren loves the sea, but I the Past; Upon my rock I sing alone, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON SONNET: 2 by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT TRAGIC FRAGMENT by ROBERT BURNS |