Tread with even walk, careful mindful step
Upon this solemn sacred hour
For upon rock of stone storm harden swept
Thrusts the crush pressings of this flower.
See it (if you will) nod to kiss swift passing feet
Against the ludicrousies of power;
Its delicate opening is brief, is fleet
Now come to incident in its bower
Miniatured but complete.
This is no accident of time to devour
This frond of blossoming is mine
For found tremulously crowned
Is this moment where pain and joy meet
In a tiny triumphant flower.