I am looking for a nosegay To wear in my button hole, As I walk into my garden The flowers speak to my soul. "Which shall I choose," I say aloud And from out the bush near by, Comes a loud voice which I can hear,— "Oh pluck me, ere I die." I pause and find the marigold Resplendent in golden hue; "No, you're far too vain, I'm looking For a lowlier flower than you. "Ah! here is one, so sweet and shy! The violet's the flower for me; I'll wear it so that all may know We love, not 'glitter,' but modesty." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 101. AGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |