In my garden, the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus, and the lesser hyacinth and the salt has crept under the leaves of the white hyacinth. In my garden even the wind-flowers lie flat, broken by the wind at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS HOOD by BARTHOLOMEW SIMMONS GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |