Flesh unto flowers, And flame unto wind, The cleansing of showers Shall come to thee blind. In the night of thy sleeping The sound of the tide Shall waken thee weeping To turn to my side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR |