I'LL frame, my Heliodora! a garland for thy hair, Which thou, in all thy beauty's pride, mayst not disdain to wear; For I with tender myrtles white violets will twine, White violets, but not so pure as that pure breast of thine; With laughing lilies I will twine narcissus, and the sweet Crocus shall, in its yellow hue, with purple hyacinth meet. And I will twine with all the rest, and all the rest above, Queen of them all, the red red rose, the flower which lovers love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |