PINKS and syringa in the garden closes, And the sweet privet hedge and golden roses, The pines hot in the sun, the drone of the bee, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 The long sunny days and the still weather, The cuckoo and blackbird shouting together, The lambs calling their mothers out on the lea, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 All doors and windows open: the South wind blowing Warm through the clean sweet rooms on tiptoe going, Where many sanctities, dear and delightsome, be, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 Daisies leaping in foam on the green grasses, The dappled sky and the stream that sings as it passes; These are bought with a price, a bitter fee, @3They die in Flanders to keep these for me.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE THE RAJPOOT WIFE by EDWIN ARNOLD |