YOU bring me flowers -- behold my shaded room Is grown all glorious and alive with Light. Moonshine of pallid primroses, and bright Daffodil-suns that light the way o' the tomb. You bring me dreams -- through sleep's close-lidded gloom, Sad violets mourn for Sappho all the night, Where purple saffrons make antique delight Mid crown'd memorials of Narcissus' doom. A scent of herbs now sets me musing on Men dead i' the fennel-beds on Marathon: My flowers, my dreams and I shall lie as dead! Flowers fade, dreams wake, men die; but never dies The soul whereby these things were perfected, -- It leaves the world on flower with memories. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART |