Lord Alfred Tennyson

The Flower

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.
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