But few they were who came to see The Century-Plant in flower: Ten cents admission -- price you pay For bon-bons of the hour. In strange inert blank unconcern Of wild things at the Zoo, The patriarch let the sight-seers stare -- Nor recked who came to view. But lone at night the garland sighed While moaned the aged stem: "At last, at last! but joy and pride What part have I with them?" Let be the dearth that kept me back Now long from wreath decreed; But, Ah, ye Roses that have passed Accounting me a weed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG EVENING MUSIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |