A thousand poets have sung the Rose; The daisy white, the heather, The green grass we lie on In summer weather . . . Of almost every flower that grows; But never of the Dandelion, That the winds of Spring have scattered hither and thither! Is there any more fair to see Than this bright fellow Who, also, "takes the winds of March with beauty"? True his coat in a vulgar yellow, And his is a very humble duty . . . Merely to be As joyous as a wave on the sea; A wave dancing on the great sea; -- Merely to be bright, sunshiny, glad, strong; and free, As free as a beggar, as proud as a king! And so, quite as good as the Rose; The daisy white, the heather, The green grass we lie on In summer weather, Is that flame of the feet of Spring, The Dandelion! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |