STUDDING the grass with golden sheen, Like starlet fallen on the green, A blossom prized by none, Unheeded or passed by with scorn, Gleam from the shadow of the thorn, An image of the sun. And thus despised it droopeth not, But, heedless of its lowly lot, Still turns its golden eye Upwards, upwards to the sun, Ceasing not till evening dun Drives him from the sky. The yellow sunbeams do not know That for their love it is too low, The sunbeams kiss it bright, And so through the long summer days It lifts on high its happy gaze, Loved by its well-loved light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |