O MY flowers! On your bosom Sweet and pale the silver-cradled Night shall swoon away with love. On your carpet gay, of blossom Blue and gold, the softly-sandalled Breeze shall dance from noon to noon. O my flowers! At your coming All the earth glows into gladness, Dark and cloudy griefs remove. In my heart the wind is roaming Wild, the grass is parched with sadness. Spring! my lovely Spring, come soon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |