Wednesday, May 12, 2010

"Wayside Flowers" by William Allingham

Wayside Flowers
by 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.

1 comment:

  1. -- 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.