What fruit of all thy blossom shed Remaineth unto me? "A dream, whereon thy fancy fed, Shall spin anon her golden thread, And then, of fetters free, Arise with radiant pinions spread To heights of poesy." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |