Four years ago today in Italy I gathered wild flowers for a girl- Thick-scented broom, wild sword-flowers, The red anemones that line the ways And the frail-throated freezia Which lives beneath the orange boughs And whose faint scent to me Is love's own breath, its kiss … To-day in sunless, barren fields I gather heads of shells, Splinters of shrapnel, cartridges … What shall I gather Four years from today? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE MY WINTER ROSE by ALFRED AUSTIN |