To you, light troop, I bring, (You, who with wandering wing Over the wide world pass, And, when your murmurings wake, So sweetly trouble and shake The shadow-shaken grass) I bring these violets, Lilies and flowerets, I bring these roses too; These roses rosy-red Are freshly gathered; These pinks I bring for you. With your cool breath and sweet This plain a-stir with heat In passing fan, I pray; The while I labour sore At my wheat-winnowing floor About the heat of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE SECRET OF THE BEES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM, WRITER by ROBERT BURNS |