Go talk to her, sweet flower
Alfred Austin
1835 to 1913
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Keep you, sweet flower, alive.
If I be dead, that I
As may her bosom sweet
Tell her I hour by hour
Pine on my own poor stalk.
No more should withered be.
If I were dead, her feet
A throne upon her breast
My spirit would revive,
Tell her that should she hie
If she to you would give
Tell her that I should live
Go talk to her, sweet flower,
To my parched plot to see
Not quite so sore distressed,
To whom I fain would talk