A little Flower grew in a lonely Vale Its form was lovely but its colours. pale One standing in the Porches of the Sun When his Meridian Glories were begun Leapd from the steps of fire & on the grass Alighted where this little flower was With hands divine he movd the gentle Sod And took the Flower up in its native Clod Then planting it upon a Mountains brow 'Tis your own fault if you dont flourish now | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES OUR LADY OF CONSOLATION by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |