WITH primroses gentle She did her bedight, Lovely was her mantle With green and white. The freaked gold cowslip Did her adorn With daisies that open Their eyes at morn. The blue of the speedwell Made her sweet eyne. Her cheek did the wild rose Incarnadine. With honeysuck and clover And woodruff pale, Embroidered over Was her beauty's veil. The road goes past her In dust and heat; Faster and faster Go the wheels, the feet. With roar and rattle They leave her behind, The people, the cattle, They are deaf and blind. But all night thorough She sleeps in sweet dark, Till from the furrow Springs up the lark. She bathes in May dew Her morning face: No flaunting garden Shall her surpass. And many a traveller Who goes the way Keeps a green thought of her For the dusty day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRTUOSO; IN IMITATION OF SPENCER'S STYLE AND STANZA by MARK AKENSIDE THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE A BALLADE OF OTHER IDOLS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES |