I have culled this twig of heather Remember the autumn now too late We shall meet no more in any weather Odor of the season twig of heather And remember that I wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE FABLE; ROME, 1875 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SWEET PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON OLD SADIE by EDITH CHERRINGTON POOR BEN, OLD BEN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HOLY SONNET: CRUCIFYING by JOHN DONNE THE HAMMAM NAME (FROM A POEM BY A TURKISH LADY) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER |