"AND all her silken flanks with garlands drest" -- But we are coming to the sacrifice. Must those have flowers who are not yet gone West? May those have flowers who live with death and lice? This must be the floweriest place That earth allows; the queenly face Of the proud mansion borrows grace for grace Spite of those brute guns lowing at the skies. Bold great daisies, golden lights, Bubbling roses' pinks and whites -- Such a gay carpet! poppies by the million; Such damask! such vermilion! But if you ask me, mate, the choice of colour Is scarcely right; this red should have been much duller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT THE LOVER'S VIGIL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MORNING ON SHINNECOCK by OLIVA WARD BUSH THE WHOLE DUTY OF BERKSHIRE BROOKS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING CATHARINA; ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON (MRS. COURTENAY) by WILLIAM COWPER |