THE flowers take her for an April day, She is so fair, and all her hair is gold. The shy blue violets, when they see her, say, "Her eyes are, like our sisters, grown bold." The roses know she is more fair than they. I watch her fleeting through the cool green grass One moment, as a Summer breeze might fleet. My heart and all the flowers watch her pass, And when we cannot hear her little feet, My heart and all the flowers sigh, "Alas!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |