A GENTLE creature was that girl, Meek, humble, and subdued; Like some lone flower that has grown up In woodland solitude. Its soil has had but little care, Its growth but little praise; And down it droops the timid head It has not strength to raise. For other brighter blooms are round, And they attract the eye; They seem the sunny favourites Of summer, earth, and sky. The human and the woodland flower Hath yet a dearer part, -- The perfume of the hidden depths, The sweetness at the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT A FRAGMENT OF AN EPIC POEM, OCCASIONED BY THE LOSS OF A GAME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 73 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SPAN OF LIFE by LEVI BISHOP |