NOW the bright crocus flames, and now The slim narcissus takes the rain, And, straying o'er the mountain's brow, The daffodillies bud again. The thousand blossoms wax and wane On wold, and heath, and fragrant bough, But fairer than the flowers art thou, Than any growth of hill or plain. Ye gardens, cast your leafy crown. That my Love's feet may tread it down, Like lilies on the lilies set; My Love, whose lips are softer far Than drowsy poppy petals are, And sweeter than the violets! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE |