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Wayside Flowers
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower.

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Simply superb imagination can conceive such a meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; ..... / Great poem with a profound message that the bounties given to us by nature should be enjoyed and are not to be spoiled. Lovely poem.
Wonderful work, the simple joy of seeing a wilflower!