O WIND, where have you been, That you blow so sweet? Among the violets Which blossom at your feet. The honeysuckle waits For Summer and for heat; But violets in the chilly Spring Make the turf so sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE VERSES IN A WATCH by WILLIAM CZAR BRADLEY ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING ASOLANDO: 'IMPERANTE AUGUSTO NATUS EST' by ROBERT BROWNING |