Flower of the Cypress, little bitter bloom, You are the only blossom left to gather; I never prized you, grown amid the gloom, But well you last, though all the others wither. Flower of the Cypress, I will bind a crown Tight round my brows to still these fancies down. Flower of the Cypress, I will tie a wreath Tight round my breast to kill the heart beneath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD |