WHERE sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, Leaves round the elm-tree faded are lying; Violets are gone from their grassy dell, With the cowslip cups, where the fairies dwell; The rose from the garden hath passed away -- Yet happy, fair boy, is thy natal day! For love bids it welcome, the love which hath smiled Ever around thee, my gentle child! Watching thy footsteps, and guarding thy bed, And pouring out joy on thy sunny head. Roses may vanish, but this will stay -- Happy and bright is thy natal day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF WRITING by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |