The garden mould was damp and chill, Winter had had his brutal will Since over all the year's content His devastating legions went. Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke Millions of little growing folk Who thrilled to know the winter done, Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun. Not so the elect; reserved, and slow To trust a stranger-sun and grow, They hesitated, cowered and hid Waiting to see what others did. Yet even they, a little, grew, Put out prim leaves to day and dew, And lifted level formal heads In their appointed garden beds. The gardener came: he coldly loved The flowers that lived as he approved, That duly, decorously grew As he, the despot, meant them to. He saw the wildlings flower more brave And bright than any cultured slave; Yet, since he had not set them there, He hated them for being fair. So he uprooted, one by one The free things that had loved the sun, The happy, eager, fruitful seeds That had not known that they were weeds.
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Edith Nesbit
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under …
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