Butterfly
The Flower
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
This is ART.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a wise poem. I've never read it before. Thanks for posting it.
I read Tennyson during my school days...very wise....!
ReplyDeleteGoing well with Pic...!
@ britt-arnhild:
ReplyDeleteThose huge wings are also a real feat of engineering, and she was maneuvering them quite gracefully.
When I spotted the ginestra, it was this poem that came to my mind.
@ bendtherulz:
So you like T.?