Some flowers take station close to where we stay, And some draw up on either side the way To watch us, horse and foot, go trooping by, And take our dust when summer winds are dry. With neither of these the forest flowers belong, Whose love for us perhaps is no less strong Because they will that whoso touches stem Of theirs must leave the world and come to them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |