A GENTLE creature was that girl, Meek, humble, and subdued; Like some lone flower that has grown up In woodland solitude. Its soil has had but little care, Its growth but little praise; And down it droops the timid head It has not strength to raise. For other brighter blooms are round, And they attract the eye; They seem the sunny favourites Of summer, earth, and sky. The human and the woodland flower Hath yet a dearer part, -- The perfume of the hidden depths, The sweetness at the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BRAES OF YARROW by JOHN LOGAN (1748-1788) SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS |