For many a flower that sleeps The Zephyrs sigh in vain, Till April, Christ-like, weeps And Lazarus lives again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS THE CROWDED STREET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MEN WERE DECEIVERS EVER by CALLIMACHUS RUPERT BROOKE (IN MEMORIAM) by MORAY DALTON |