Little Flower, I hold you here, Between my finger-tips; Can I do more for your sweet smell That kiss you with my lips? Little Flower, I am an old man But a child could do no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WEDDING FEAST: 6 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SORCERY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |