Some flowers take station close to where we stay, And some draw up on either side the way To watch us, horse and foot, go trooping by, And take our dust when summer winds are dry. With neither of these the forest flowers belong, Whose love for us perhaps is no less strong Because they will that whoso touches stem Of theirs must leave the world and come to them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |