Fresh as the day,and new as are the hours, Our first of fruits, that is the prime of flowers Bred by your breath, on this low bank of ours; Now, in a garland by the graces knit: Upon this obelisk, advanced for it, We offer as a circle the most fit To crown the years, which you begin, great king, And you, with them, as father of our Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 5 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 4. TERTIUM QUID by ROBERT BROWNING |