The laurels with their heritage of light, So thickly planted in our garden-ground, Like thee, in winter time make all things bright, And strike each other with a cheery sound. Well, then! Of these a garland shall be made Just for the nonce, for they are fresh and green; But soon a gayer coronal I'll braid, When Summer comes to match thy merry mien: Woodbine and jessamine shall then enclose Thy fair young head, well woven with choicest art; And many a sprig of verdure interpose, And pinks and rich carnations bear their part, White lilies, and the hollow balmy rose, And pansy, with the day-spring at her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLE by JACQUES BOE THE MISSIONARY by CHARLOTTE BRONTE HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |