How deftly does the gardener blend This rose and that To bud a new creation, More gorgeous and more beautiful Than any parent portion, And so, I trace within my warring blood The tributary sources, They potently commingle And sweep With new-born forces! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE PASSING SHOW by AMBROSE BIERCE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |