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WALL-FLOWERS ON THE CLIFF.
Where the wall-flowers grow
Many come and go;
Rich and poor men pass,
Lover, too, and lass;
Children at their play,
Heads careworn and grey.
Many come and go;
Rich and poor men pass,
Lover, too, and lass;
Children at their play,
Heads careworn and grey.
Naught of all that go
Do the wall-flowers know;
Yet their perfumes reach
To the heart of each—
Win one moment's share
In each passer there.
Do the wall-flowers know;
Yet their perfumes reach
To the heart of each—
Win one moment's share
In each passer there.
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Droop thy head and go,
Poet, from the show!
Man thou art, not flower;
Decade liv'st, not hour;
Reason hast, and will,
Sympathy and skill.
Poet, from the show!
Man thou art, not flower;
Decade liv'st, not hour;
Reason hast, and will,
Sympathy and skill.
Yet what canst thou know
More of all that go?
Could thy verse but reach
To the heart of each,
As the wall-flowers' scent,
What were thy content!
More of all that go?
Could thy verse but reach
To the heart of each,
As the wall-flowers' scent,
What were thy content!
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