THEN, as yellow, green, and grey, silver, brown, and red books in brilliant rocket-spray burst about his head, and, as petal after petal climb the skies, and hang, "Love me," hear him cry, "a little since I loved you Lang." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE DESERT DISILLUSION by BERTON BRALEY CAUTION by FRANCES BROWN (20TH CENTURY) UPON SOME ALTERATION IN MY MISTRESS, AFTER MY DEPARTURE INTO FRANCE by THOMAS CAREW |