I. Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk; Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk. II. Tell her that I should live Not quite so sore distressed, If she to you would give A throne upon her breast. III. Tell her that should she hie To my parched plot to see If I be dead, that I No more should withered be. IV. If I were dead, her feet My spirit would revive, As may her bosom sweet Keep you, sweet flower, alive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LOVE POEMS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |