Constance Caroline Woodhill Naden (Констанс Каролина Вудхилл Нэден)

Poet and Botanist

FAIR are the bells of this bright-flowering weed;
Nectar and pollen treasuries, where grope
Innocent thieves; the Poet lets them ope
And bloom, and wither, leaving fruit and seed
To ripen; but the Botanist will speed
To win the secret of the blossom's hope,
And with his cruel knife and microscope
Reveal the embryo life, too early freed.

Yet the mild Poet can be ruthless too,
Crushing the tender leaves to work a spell
Of love or fame; the record of the bud
He will not seek, but only bids it tell
His thoughts, and render up its deepest hue
To tinge his verse as with his own heart's blood.

1. The New Orthodoxy
2. Light-Born Sorrows
3. The Ideal
4. In the Garden
5. A Letter

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