I am too near, too clear a thing for you,
A flower of mullein in a crack of wall,
The villagers half see, or not at all;
Part of the weather, like the wind or dew.
You love to pluck the different, and find
Stuff for your joy in cloudy loveliness;
You love to fumble at a door, and guess
At some strange happening that may wait behind.
Yet life is full of tricks, and it is plain,
That men drift back to some worn field or roof,
To grip at comfort in a room, a stair;
To warm themselves at some flower down a lane:
You, too, may long, grown tired of the aloof,
For the sweet surety of the common air.
A Flower Of Mullein
Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Poem topics: I love you, joy, life, weather, wind, sweet, field, wait, long, room, clear, plain, wall, door, roof, warm, common, tired, strange, comfort, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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