PINKS and syringa in the garden closes, And the sweet privet hedge and golden roses, The pines hot in the sun, the drone of the bee, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 The long sunny days and the still weather, The cuckoo and blackbird shouting together, The lambs calling their mothers out on the lea, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 All doors and windows open: the South wind blowing Warm through the clean sweet rooms on tiptoe going, Where many sanctities, dear and delightsome, be, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 Daisies leaping in foam on the green grasses, The dappled sky and the stream that sings as it passes; These are bought with a price, a bitter fee, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE |