THE PINKS
The pinks along my garden walksHave all shot forth their summer stalks,Thronging their buds 'mong tulips hot,And blue forget-me-not.Their dazzling snows forth-bursting soonWill lade the idle breath of June:And waken through the fragrant nightTo steal the pale moonlight.
The pinks along my garden walksHave all shot forth their summer stalks,Thronging their buds 'mong tulips hot,And blue forget-me-not.Their dazzling snows forth-bursting soonWill lade the idle breath of June:And waken through the fragrant nightTo steal the pale moonlight.
The pinks along my garden walksHave all shot forth their summer stalks,Thronging their buds 'mong tulips hot,And blue forget-me-not.
The pinks along my garden walks
Have all shot forth their summer stalks,
Thronging their buds 'mong tulips hot,
And blue forget-me-not.
Their dazzling snows forth-bursting soonWill lade the idle breath of June:And waken through the fragrant nightTo steal the pale moonlight.
Their dazzling snows forth-bursting soon
Will lade the idle breath of June:
And waken through the fragrant night
To steal the pale moonlight.
Robert Bridges.