ENGLISH FLOWERS IN A FOREIGN GARDEN
Snapdragon, sunflower, sweet-pea,
Flowers which fill the heart of me
With so sweet and bitter fancy:
Glowing rose and pensive pansy,
You that pierce me with a blade
Beat from molten memory,
With what art, how tenderly,
You heal the wounds that you have made!
Thrushes, finches, birds that beat
Magical and thrilling sweet
Little far-off fairy gongs:
Blackbird with your mellow songs,
Valiant robin, thieving sparrows,
Though you wound me as with arrows,
Still with you among these flowers
Surely I find my sweetest hours.