I'LL pull a bunch of buds and flowers, And tie a ribbon round them, If you'll but think, in your lonely hours, Of the sweet little girl that bound them. I'll cull the earliest that put forth, And those that last the longest; And the bud, that boasts the fairest birth, Shall cling to the stem that's strongest. I've run about the garden walks, And searched among the dew, Sir;-- These fragrant flowers, these tender stalks, I've plucked them all for you, Sir. So here's your bunch of buds and flowers, And here's the ribbon round them; And here, to cheer your saddened hours, Is the sweet little girl that bound them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |