IT lies all fair about me, The color of the spring; It flashes clear above me In the scarlet of a wing. It flames in the cowslips' yellow, It pales in the wind-flower's flush; Burns keen in the tulip-borders, Fades brown in the coat of the thrush. @3Alone amid the young world's joy My young sorrow goeth. Dark against the apple-blows My black garment showeth.@1 It spreads all gay about me, The Summer's show of flowers. They have more lovely colors Than an August day hath hours; Proud marigolds in orange, Tall larkspur in burning blues; Poppies and wall-flowers and pansies, -- Which flower, -- which flower to choose! @3Alone amid the bright world's joy My young sorrow goeth. Dark among the garden-rows My black garment showeth.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (B) by WILLIAM BLAKE HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |