Within a dainty garden-close My love hath built a happy bower; There clove doth grow and gillyflower, Also the lily and the rose. This garden is so good and fair, With every pretty flower bedight, A man might take his pleasure there The whole day long and all the night. Ah me for the dear garden's guest, The nightingale and his sweet lay, At evening and at break of day: When he is tired, he taketh rest. I saw her pluck, by two and three. Violets in a meadow green, The fairest I did ever see, The sweetest that were ever seen. I gaze upon her as she goes, O white she is, and white as cream. And soft as any little lamb, And rosy as a little rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE |