I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king; <br />But I can talk plainly to you, you little blue flower of the Spring! <br />Here in the heart of September the world that I walk in is full <br />Of the hot happy sound of the shearing, the rude heavy scent of the wool. <br />Soon would I tire of all riches or honours or power that they fling; <br />But you are my own, of my own folk, you little blue flower of the Spring! <br />I was around by the cherries to-day; all the cherries are pale: <br />The world is a woman in velvet: the air is the colour of ale. <br />I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king; <br />But I can give love-talk to you, you little blue flower of the Spring!<br /><br />John Shaw Neilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-blue-flower/
