Poems (Eytinge)/The flower's fate
POEMS
By PEARL EYTINGE.
THE FLOWER'S FATE.
A little child, with sunny hair and eyes,
Came dancing down the path with merry feet,
Naught seeing but the silver tinted skies,
Nor caring save the robin's song to greet.
Came dancing down the path with merry feet,
Naught seeing but the silver tinted skies,
Nor caring save the robin's song to greet.
A tiny pansy by the roadside grew,
And blossomed sweetly in the noon-day sun;
It gloried not in shining crown of dew,
And only lived to love the little one.
And blossomed sweetly in the noon-day sun;
It gloried not in shining crown of dew,
And only lived to love the little one.
Oh, hapless fate! the careless step brings grief;
The fragile, pure-eyed flower lies still in death;
It never more will stir a velvet leaf,
Or sweet the dainty zephyr with its breath,
The fragile, pure-eyed flower lies still in death;
It never more will stir a velvet leaf,
Or sweet the dainty zephyr with its breath,
The roses bow their heads in bitter woe;
The stately lily drops a pitying tear:
The grasses, waving sadly to and fro,
Send weeping whispers far and near.
The stately lily drops a pitying tear:
The grasses, waving sadly to and fro,
Send weeping whispers far and near.
Ah! so it is throughout the whole wide earth;
The faithless happy one meets all with jest,
And passing gaily by in joyous mirth,
Unheeding, breaks the heart that loves it best.
The faithless happy one meets all with jest,
And passing gaily by in joyous mirth,
Unheeding, breaks the heart that loves it best.