Pluck not the wayside flower, <br />It is the traveller's dower; <br />A thousand passers-by <br />Its beauties may espy, <br />May win a touch of blessing <br />From Nature's mild caressing. <br />The sad of heart perceives <br />A violet under leaves <br />Like sonic fresh-budding hope; <br />The primrose on the slope <br />A spot of sunshine dwells, <br />And cheerful message tells <br />Of kind renewing power; <br />The nodding bluebell's dye <br />Is drawn from happy sky. <br />Then spare the wayside flower! <br />It is the traveller's dower.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wayside-flowers/
