Four years ago today in Italy I gathered wild flowers for a girl- Thick-scented broom, wild sword-flowers, The red anemones that line the ways And the frail-throated freezia Which lives beneath the orange boughs And whose faint scent to me Is love's own breath, its kiss … To-day in sunless, barren fields I gather heads of shells, Splinters of shrapnel, cartridges … What shall I gather Four years from today? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON |