OH, solitary, blow! Color of rose and snow; Blow, strange, new-budded tree, All vagrant with the bee. Oh, dear for old-time's sake! Oh, dear for old heart-break! Fair boughs of April-tide, Fair boughs by the roadside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE THE FAERY FOREST by SARA TEASDALE EROS TURANNOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN |