From the Book of Valentines

by Bliss Carman


 

THE FAIRY FLOWER


 

There's a fairy flower that grows 
In a corner of my heart, 
And the fragrance that it spills 
Is the sorcery of art.

I may give it little care,

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Neither water it nor prune,
Yet it suddenly will blow
Glorious beneath the moon.

I may tend it night and day, 
Taking thought to make it bloom; 

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Yet my efforts all will fail 
To avert the touch of doom.

When it dies, my little flower,
You may take my life as well;
Though I live a hundred years, 

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I shall have no more to tell.