Dearest floweret of the meadow, Symbol of the Good and Fair, Growing simply, all unconscious Of thy perfect life and rare. Unpretentious, unattractive -- Save to those who wisely see -- More than all thy brighter comrades Thou art beautiful to me. Nestling closely to the greenness Of some unassuming sod, Thy sweet face turned ever heavenward And thy golden heart to God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |