O THE stately Hollyhocks Flowering up the stalk — Crimson, rose and creamy white Blazoning the walk — Soft with sighs, on summer eves I have heard them talk! But what they said in the balmy hush — Not a leaf astir on the tree — I shall never tell lest the stars should fall And the sun drown in the sea! — So sweet, so high, so wonderful Their words in the dusk to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SEARCHLIGHTS by MILDRED SUTTON BRENEMAN TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY by ROBERT BURNS TO - (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CASTLES IN THE AIR by JEAN FRANCOIS COLLIN D'HARLEVILLE THE CUCKOO by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DE LININ' UB DE HYMNS by DANIEL WEBSTER DAVIS |