Poems (Eytinge)/The flower's fate
POEMS
By PEARL EYTINGE.
THE FLOWER'S FATE.
A little child, with sunny hair and eyes, Came dancing down the path with merry feet,Naught seeing but the silver tinted skies, Nor caring save the robin's song to greet.
A tiny pansy by the roadside grew, And blossomed sweetly in the noon-day sun;It gloried not in shining crown of dew, And only lived to love the little one.
Oh, hapless fate! the careless step brings grief; The fragile, pure-eyed flower lies still in death;It never more will stir a velvet leaf, Or sweet the dainty zephyr with its breath,
The roses bow their heads in bitter woe; The stately lily drops a pitying tear:The grasses, waving sadly to and fro, Send weeping whispers far and near.
Ah! so it is throughout the whole wide earth; The faithless happy one meets all with jest,And passing gaily by in joyous mirth, Unheeding, breaks the heart that loves it best.