IN the bedchamber window, near the glass, Stood the little flower in the little vase, Unnoticed quite For a whole fortnight, And withered for lack of watering To a skeleton mere -- a mummied thing. But it was not much, mid a world of teen, That a flower should waste in a nook unseen! One needed no thought to ascertain How it happened; that when she went in the rain To return here not, She was mindless what She had left here to perish. -- Ah, well: for an hour I wished I had not found the flower! Yet it was not much. And she never had known Of the flower's fate; nor it of her own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SISTER HELEN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |