I found this poem in the Original Blue Back Speller... and I liked it, so I thought I'd share it with everybody.
But I don't know who it's by :P
The rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a show'r
That Julia to Emma conveyed
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r
And weighed down its beautiful head.
The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet
And seem'd, at a fanciful view
To weep with regret for the buds it had left
On the flourishing bush where it grew.
I hastily siez'd it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd
And shaking it rudely—too rudely, alas!
I snapt it—it fell to the ground.
"And such," I exclaimed, "is the pitiless part
"Some act by the delicate mind;
"Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart
"Already to sorrow resigned.
"This beautiful rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloomed with the owner awhile
"And a tear that is wip'd, with a little address
"May be followed, perhaps, with a smile."