Still I bring flowers Although you fling them at my feet Until none stays That is not struck across with wounds: Flowers and flowers That you may break them utterly As you have always done. Sure happily I still bring flowers, flowers, Knowing how all Are crumpled in your praise And may not live To speak a lesser thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY RHOECUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON CORONADO by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |