When Love arose in heart and deed <br />To wake the world to greater joy, <br />'What can she give me now?' said Greed, <br />Who thought to win some costly toy. <br /> <br />He rose, he ran, he stoop'd, he clutch'd; <br />And soon the Flowers, that Love let fall, <br />In Greed's hot grasp were fray'd and smutch'd, <br />And Greed said, 'Flowers! Can this be all?' <br /> <br />He flung them down and went his way, <br />He cared no jot for thyme or rose; <br />But boys and girls came out to play, <br />And some took these and some took those— <br /> <br />Red, blue, and white, and green and gold; <br />And at their touch the dew return'd, <br />And all the bloom a thousandfold— <br />So red, so ripe, the roses burn'd!<br /><br />William Brighty Rands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flowers-2/
