We should not mind so small a flower —
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.
So spicy her Carnations nod —
So drunken, reel her Bees —
So silver steal a hundred flutes
From out a hundred trees —
That whoso sees this little flower
By faith may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold.
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Beautiful poem.Sometimes even small things can make us happy,if only we stop listening to silly people and start using our own mind.Anyways,i can be wrong.May be this poem means something else!How do i know?
i like this poem b/c it just doesn’t talk about one flower but a few which is more than one
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