LILIES, lilies not for me, Flowers of the pure and saintly -- I have seen in holy places Where the incense rises faintly, And the priest the chalice raises, Lilies in the altar vases, Not for me. Leave untouched each garden tree, Kings and queens of flower-land. When the summer evening closes, Lovers may-be hand in hand There will seek for crimson roses, There will bind their wreaths and posies Merrily. From the corn-fields where we met Pluck me poppies white and red; Bind them round my weary brain, Strew them on my narrow bed, Numbing all the ache and pain. -- I shall sleep nor wake again, But forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |