You are here: Home > Browse books > Majors and Minors, 1895> Fulfillment.
Previous Poem Previous       Next Next Poem

Fulfillment.

I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes.
All things to aid it, dew, sun, wind, fair skies
Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,
I fenced it safely in with grateful toil.
No other hand than mine shall pluck this flower said I,
And I was jealous of the bee that hovered nigh.

It grew for days, I stood hour after hour
To watch the slow unfolding of the flow'r.
And then I did not leave its side at all,
Lest some mischance, my flower should befall.
At last, oh joy! the central petals burst apart.
It blossomed--but alas! a worm was at its heart!

Previous Poem Previous                Next Next poem

Copyright Information © 2005 
For more information contact: Archives
Last updated Wed. Aug-20-08