Author Albert Durrant Watson Little blue flower of the myrtle, Loveliness dew-impearled; Beauty I find, But nowhere combined So sweetly with rest, or so wholly refined; Emblem thou art Of the lowly heart And of Love, the joy of the world. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments