Wayside Flowersby William Allingham
Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower.
Lady In Blue
11 years ago
-- glad to have had the opportunity to espy some of Allingham's work. There is so much here to unpack; I will say briefly, however, there is so much truth in "the said of heart perceives/ A violet under leaves/ Like sonic fresh-budding hope..." Those first shoots of summer give so much to the wandering, lost traveller.
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