I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE TO MRS. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A RONDEAU OF REGRETS by HENRI BAUDE CHILD OF MARY'S SOUL by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST SALOME by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |