A FLOWER is looking through the ground, Blinking at the April weather; Now a child has seen the flower: Now they go and play together. Now it seems the flower will speak, And will call the child its brother -- But, oh strange forgetfulness! -- They don't recognise each other. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |