The Flower

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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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