TWIST me a crown of wind-flowers; That I may fly away To hear the singers at their song, And players at their play. Put on your crown of wind-flowers: But whither would you go? Beyond the surging of the sea And the storms that blow. Alas! your crown of wind-flowers Can never make you fly: I twist them in a crown to-day, And to-night they die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES AFTERWARDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |