The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
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ON SOME FLOWERS IN A POOR PERSON'S WINDOW IN LONDON. |
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ON SOME FLOWERS IN A POOR PERSON'S WINDOW IN LONDON.
Flowers, that in the city's dim haunts grow,Enriching them with sweetness little known,
And giving joy, at the price of your own
Existence, like the poet—as men go
Past ye, how many yearn, and upward throw
Their eyes, recalled to feelings they've outgrown,
The while their heart-strings, touched to some old tone
Of Nature's primal music, thrill and glow!
Ye are the poor man's unbought poesy—
Ye to the city's jaded denizen,
The freshness of green fields bring healingly;
And, in this peopled solitude, where men
Without a greeting pass each other by,
Have power to stir beyond the poet's pen!
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