Author Walter de la Mare A glance—and instantly the small meek flowerWhispered of what it had to childhood meant;But kept the angel secret of that far hour Ere it had lost its scent. 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