Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime; Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY LILIES: 16. MY GIFT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) COMPENSATION by MARION L. BERTRAND SONG BY JULIUS ANGORA by EMILY JANE BRONTE |