Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon, Or gather me a star, But leave the sultry passion-flowers Growing where they are. I fear their sombre yellow deeps, Their whirling fringe of black, And he who gives a passion-flower Always asks it back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |