The stinging nettle only <br />Will still be found to stand: <br />The numberless, the lonely, <br />The thronger of the land, <br />The leaf that hurts the hand. <br /> <br />That thrives, come sun, come showers; <br />Blow east, blow west, it springs; <br />It peoples towns, and towers <br />Above the courts of Kings, <br />And touch it and it stings.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stinging-nettle/
