ONLY a flower that grew awhile, By the dusty roadside there, One thing 'mid grime, and heat, and weeds, Fragrant, and fresh, and fair. One word in all the fierce debate, Tender, and kind, and true; Dear word, my life is better now, And sweeter far for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM |