Augusta Davies Webster

(30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)

The Flower By The Path


A FLOWER was growing alone,
Then alone and for ever alone:
Some one came by,
Saw the flower how fair it had grown,
Chose it, plucked it to die.

And what is a flower alone,
Then alone and for ever alone,
Come no one by?
Why should a flower be fair for its own?
Choose it, pluck it to die.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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