I had a plant which would not thrive, <br />Although I watered it with care, <br />I could not save the blossoms fair, <br />Nor even keep the leaves alive. <br /> <br />I strove till it was vain to strive. <br />I gave it light, I gave it air, <br />I sought from skill and counsel rare <br />The means to make it yet survive. <br /> <br />A lady sent it me, to prove <br />She held my friendship in esteem; <br />I would not have it as she said, <br />I wanted it to be for love; <br />And now not even friends we seem, <br />And now the cyclamen is dead.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cyclamen/
