YOU bring me flowers -- behold my shaded room Is grown all glorious and alive with Light. Moonshine of pallid primroses, and bright Daffodil-suns that light the way o' the tomb. You bring me dreams -- through sleep's close-lidded gloom, Sad violets mourn for Sappho all the night, Where purple saffrons make antique delight Mid crown'd memorials of Narcissus' doom. A scent of herbs now sets me musing on Men dead i' the fennel-beds on Marathon: My flowers, my dreams and I shall lie as dead! Flowers fade, dreams wake, men die; but never dies The soul whereby these things were perfected, -- It leaves the world on flower with memories. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE OLD VAGABOND by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |