I WILL weave the violet white, Mid the myrtle weave the light Jonquil, and therewith I will Weave the laughing daffodil. Then the saffron, sweet of smell, Weave I will, and weave as well Purple iris, and with those Interweave the true-love rose. So, on the brow where clusters fair Heliodora's fragrant hair, This my coronal will fling Every flower of the spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES ISAIAH: PERFECT PEACE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |