Wherever thou dost come, The birds and fountains dumb Break forth in song; While groping blossoms blind Their sight and fragrance find To hail the throng, Exulting everywhere, Of palsied limbs and bare, Reclothed and strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG RARE DESTINY by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY THE CHASE OF THE METAPHOR by RICHARD BLACKMORE A SUPERSTITION REVISITED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |