Flowers in a Vase

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
 

I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
 

In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.

 

The Wild Flower's Song

William Blake