Dearest floweret of the meadow, Symbol of the Good and Fair, Growing simply, all unconscious Of thy perfect life and rare. Unpretentious, unattractive -- Save to those who wisely see -- More than all thy brighter comrades Thou art beautiful to me. Nestling closely to the greenness Of some unassuming sod, Thy sweet face turned ever heavenward And thy golden heart to God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE THYROID GLAND by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TERRA INCOGNITA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PSALM OF CONFESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |