DARK is the iris meadow, Dark is the ivory tower, And lightly the young moth's shadow Sleeps on the passion-flower. Gone are our day's red roses. So lovely and lost and few, But the first star uncloses A silver bud in the blue. Night, and a flame in the embers Where the seal of the years was set, When the almond-bough remembers How shall my heart forget ? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD THE TRANSLATION by MARK VAN DOREN DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CHARACTERS: SARAH TAYLOR RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES; TO ONE WHO WISHED TO READ A POEM I HAD WRITTEN by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |