Showed strange ingratitude to me,
And had forgot how lovingly
I nourished it when in its need.
And then the flower bent down its head,
Touched me caressingly, and said:
‘Think not that I forget thy deed,
The tender care and constant thought
That in my life this change have wrought.
‘Now to the far-off skies I climb,
Because I fain would show thee, there