When autumn suns are soft, and sea winds moan, And golden fruits make sweet the golden air, In gardens where the apple blossoms were, In these old springs before I walked alone; I pass among the pathways overgrown, Of all the former flowers that kissed your feet Remains a poppy, pallid from the heat, A wild poppy that the wild winds have sown. Alas! the rose forgets your hands of rose; The lilies slumber in the lily bed; 'Tis only poppies in the dreamy close, The changeless, windless garden of the dead, You tend, with buds soft as your kiss that lies In over happy dreams, upon mine eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE FAIRY KING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A SONG OF MARY by AGNES H. BEGBIE |