ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night; Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, 'Splendid is the flower.' Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |