Here 's a clove carnation, dear, Brightest blossom of the year; Short of stalk, but blooming well In my overcoat lapel. Let me put it in your hair, Like a kiss imprinted there— Like a blushing, shy caress, Simply that—and nothing less! 'T is of color hard to tell; Say a scarlet-cardinal, Flaming with the fragrant fire Of a devotee's desire. Take it, lady, as a seal Of the interest I feel— Summer's token, and the same Of my heart's consuming flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG |