ELIZABETH, alack, Elizabeth! Your lovely lilies blow, Slim, love, still, love, beside the echoing stair. The bees have found them out. Row after row Your pinks, those little blossoms with a breath Blown from the east, and out the spice-trees there, Nod up the paths; and roses white as death, And roses red as love, grow everywhere; For June is at the door. Alack, alack, alack, Elizabeth! Sweeter than June, why do you come no more? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE WELFORD WEDDING by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |