I Received A Call

From a violet As I was passing I received a call A sound A sigh To make her will The ageing violet Spoke sad: ‘Alone am I Without a family And my spine to The earth it bends In aged suffering' ‘What can you bequeath Old violet? ' I bequeath beauty I bequeath myself Or rather what remains Even that little Be enough Though Not money, not power Yet beauty I bequeath Unto the Earth That gave it me: Thus too my conscience Quiet I leave' Spoke not more The rambling violet And bent its head And moved not.