IN the morning the flowers blossomed All about my feet: I did not stop to pick them, I scarcely knew them sweet. Now in the dusky twilight Seeking with wistful care, Not many I discover, And very few are fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE WELCOME by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT |