THE roads are laid with cloth-of-gold; And o'er the splendour, all alone, Clad fair in scarlet, like a king, Love cometh to his own. A crown of thorns, a sceptral reed, The beauty of a flaming throne! From out the pleasant orchard-lands Love cometh to his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE HAPPY WANDERER by PERCY ADDLESHAW TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL |