-A. A. Milne
Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May,
While children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold,
High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they
An eldorado in the gross have found,
Which not the rich earth’s ample round
May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me
Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be
—James Russell Lowell