"They toil not, neither do they spin" -- The blossom-thoughts that here within The garden of my soul arise; Alike unheeding wintry skies, Or sun or rain, or night or day, And never hence to pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE |