COME not the earliest petal here, but only <br />Wind, cloud, and star, <br />Lovely and far, <br />Make it less lonely. <br /> <br />Few are the feet that seek her here, but sleeping <br />Thoughts sweet as flowers <br />Linger for hours, <br />Things winged, yet weeping. <br /> <br />Here in the immortal empire of the grasses, <br />Time, like one wrong <br />Note in a song, <br />With their bloom, passes.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-20/
