BETWEEN the road and garden bed a straggling daisy grew, But whether weed or flower it was, it never really knew; Until one day a city waif with pallid features passed, And bore it home triumphantly—ah, then, it knew at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |