I WILL weave the violet white, Mid the myrtle weave the light Jonquil, and therewith I will Weave the laughing daffodil. Then the saffron, sweet of smell, Weave I will, and weave as well Purple iris, and with those Interweave the true-love rose. So, on the brow where clusters fair Heliodora's fragrant hair, This my coronal will fling Every flower of the spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES TO THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |