As I look at you, beautiful jonquils, What pleasant memories come To me, of an early spring day, Of my brother and of home. Yes, 'twas an early spring day; The sun shone bright and clear, The birds were singing, singing - Were singing everywhere. Rejoicing seemed all Nature. 'Neath heaven's azure dome, And my darling soldier brother From the war was coming home. I knew that he was coming, Was coming on that day; Was not coming on a furlough, But was coming home to stay. For the war with Spain was over, Avenged had been the Maine, Cuba had gained her freedom, Peace was restored again. I had gathered beautiful jonquils; Had gathered them just for him, My brother, - and carefully placed them In the parlor so neat and trim. And when he came how he praised them, Just as I knew he would do, Because 'twas I who had brought them, And 'cause they in our garden grew. I love you, beautiful jonquils, Not only because you are fair, But you make me think of my mountain home, And my brother now 'biding there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |