"AND all her silken flanks with garlands drest" -- But we are coming to the sacrifice. Must those have flowers who are not yet gone West? May those have flowers who live with death and lice? This must be the floweriest place That earth allows; the queenly face Of the proud mansion borrows grace for grace Spite of those brute guns lowing at the skies. Bold great daisies, golden lights, Bubbling roses' pinks and whites -- Such a gay carpet! poppies by the million; Such damask! such vermilion! But if you ask me, mate, the choice of colour Is scarcely right; this red should have been much duller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING |