WHERE are the flowers? where the leaves? Where the sweet zephyrs' gentle breath? Where mellowed fruits and golden sheaves? Dead, dead; all icy bound in death! Is Love too dead? Hence, needless pain! Love only sleeps to wake again. Love dead? Ah, no, not so with Love! Love only dies to live above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON |