LO SILKEN MY GARDEN, and silken my sky, And silken my apple-boughs hanging on high; All wrought by the Worm in the peasant carle's cot On the Mulberry leafage when summer was hot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM THE AGNOSTIC by MATHILDE BLIND WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS AN AUTUMN TRINKET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |