THE fennels said, "He is so fond, You hold his foolish heart in bond; Make ready for his home-coming." The fennels tell a guilesome thing. (May God have pity on my soul!) The daisies said, "O! prithee say Why did you give your heart away For his that's old in trespassing?" Too late, too late your questioning. (May God have pity on my soul!) The sages said, "Wait not your swain Who long in other arms hath lain." O Sages, your ill-boding leaf I'll braid about my brow for grief. (May God have pity on my soul!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |