Augusta Webster (Августа Вебстер)

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.

1. Choosing
2. Betrothed
3. She Has Made Me Wayside Posies
4. The Brook Leaps Riotous
5. Once

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