LOVE is the flower of the world, And the flower of the world lies sick; So dry are its leaves, and curled, The dust of the world so thick. Come into my sight, my dear, Its withering joy renew; Drop into my heart, and clear The dust of the world like dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |