But few they were who came to see The Century-Plant in flower: Ten cents admission -- price you pay For bon-bons of the hour. In strange inert blank unconcern Of wild things at the Zoo, The patriarch let the sight-seers stare -- Nor recked who came to view. But lone at night the garland sighed While moaned the aged stem: "At last, at last! but joy and pride What part have I with them?" Let be the dearth that kept me back Now long from wreath decreed; But, Ah, ye Roses that have passed Accounting me a weed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |