BLOSSOMS crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through; -- @3But,@1 Blossoms on the Trees, With your breath upon the breeze, There's nothing all the world around As half as sweet as you! Could the rhymer only wring All the sweetness to the lees Of all the kisses clustering In juicy Used-to-bes, To dip his rhymes therein and sing The blossoms on the trees, -- "O Blossoms on the Trees," He would twitter, trill, and coo, "However sweet, such songs as these Are not as sweet as you: -- For you are @3blooming@1 melodies The @3eyes@1 may listen to!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN |