I am looking for a nosegay To wear in my button hole, As I walk into my garden The flowers speak to my soul. "Which shall I choose," I say aloud And from out the bush near by, Comes a loud voice which I can hear,— "Oh pluck me, ere I die." I pause and find the marigold Resplendent in golden hue; "No, you're far too vain, I'm looking For a lowlier flower than you. "Ah! here is one, so sweet and shy! The violet's the flower for me; I'll wear it so that all may know We love, not 'glitter,' but modesty." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! by WALT WHITMAN ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |