Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Flower - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
'Splendid is the flower! '

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

Topic(s) of this poem: flower

Comments about The Flower by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Silver Star - 4,238 Points Primrose Tee (6/4/2014 4:09:00 PM)

    well writen one here...... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Liane Sparks (7/11/2013 1:53:00 AM)

    Me too, Staci He that runs may read? What? ? ? I'm getting daft image of paper boy trying to run and read newspaper at the same time! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Staci Chapman (1/11/2007 5:12:00 PM)

    I was wondering if anyone had any insights on the line 'He that runs may read'? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, January 2, 2015

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