Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DESPOT, by EDITH BLAND NESBIT


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THE DESPOT, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The garden mould was damp and chill
Last Line: That had not know that they were weeds.
Alternate Author Name(s): Nesbit, E.; Bland, Mrs. Hubert
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening; Socialism


THE garden mould was damp and chill,
Winter had had his brutal will
Since over all the year's content
His devastating legions went.
Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
Millions of little growing folk
Who thrilled to know the winter done,
Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.
Not so the elect; reserved, and slow
To trust a stranger-sun and grow,
They hesitated, cowered and hid
Waiting to see what others did.
Yet even they, a little, grew,
Put out prim leaves to day and dew,
And lifted level formal heads
In their appointed garden beds.
The gardener came: he coldly loved
The flowers that lived as he approved,
That duly, decorously grew
As he, the despot, meant them to.
He saw the wildlings flower more brave
And bright than any cultured slave;
Yet, since he had not set them there,
He hated them for being fair.
So he uprooted, one by one
The free things that had loved the sun,
The happy, eager, fruitful seeds
That had not know that they were weeds.







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