Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower.
Wayside Flowers
William Allingham
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Poem topics: happy, heart, hope, nature, power, sad, sky, sunshine, fresh, touch, message, violet, flower, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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