ON Flower Day the gardens came In close, baked city streets to bloom, Dark alleys drank the sweet perfume; The roses reddened many a room On Flower Day. Unnumbered children without name Were cheered and charmed by fragrant flowers Fresh from the unknown garden bowers -- Ay! there was balm for countless hours On Flower Day. Love's spark was fanned into a flame, The city paused its sordid greed, The latent God in man gave heed Unto a poor child's soulful need On Flower Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WEDDING FEAST: 2 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE POET'S TERROR AT THE BALIFFS OF EXETER, FR. FREEDOM: A POEM by ANDREW BRICE DRAMATIC IDYLS: 2ND SERIES. PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING |