I went to
the woods
And walked around,
With nothing there
To be sought or found,
Or that was my sense —
But within the glade,
A flowerlet stood
In the emerald shade.
She was as lovely
As flashing eyes,
Or glitter of stars
In the evening skies,
And never was flower
More fairly spoken:
"Only to wither
Shall I be broken?"
And so, I carried her,
Roots and all,
To a garden bed
Near the cottage wall,
In the cooling shade
That she loved before,
And now, she will bloom for me
Evermore.
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