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Lyric Poem · Nature

The Flower

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Once in a golden hour

I cast to earth a seed.

Up there came a flower,

The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went

Thro' my garden bower,

And muttering discontent

Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall

It wore a crown of light,

But thieves from o'er the wall

Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide

By every town and tower,

Till all the people cried,

"Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:

He that runs may read.

Most can raise the flowers now,

For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,

And some are poor indeed;

And now again the people

Call it but a weed.

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Poem
The Flower
Poet
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Length
24 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Nature

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Shape
24 lines · 6 quatrains
Line length
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Author record
Alfred, Lord Tennyson1809–1892
Source record
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