Oh, to wander at will in a garden, One of my grandmother's day; One that my grandmother tended, Where old-fashioned flowers held sway! Snowball and flowering almond, Zinnias gorgeous in dye; Lilacs scented and purple Which regal robes outvie; Great silky, blood-red poppies, Phlox and sweet-william galore; Morning glories and holly hocks lusty In those happy days of yore, Blossomed profusely and sweetly In splendor and showy array, But most of those old-time beauties Are not in favor to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TEMPORALL SUCCESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A VERSION OF THE OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE VICTORY-WRECK by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON SPENT AND MISSPENT by ALICE CARY ALIEN IN AMERICA by FRANCIS GARDNER CLOUGH SIR MARTIN MAR-ALL, OR THE FEIGNED INNOCENCE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN |