“The Devil’s flower”

Knock! Exiled wanderer had you not? How often did you pulled the threatened nest? Misery will come with frightened sides. Where you will find yourself at great peak. Stolen among lovely stains, The girl you are holding is not well, Never with you falls nothing, Away! And you will find another sweetheart. Oh my eye more with you would make the saddest sides. If it were taken have our world sore, If it were bent fall will not rest, Never be blessed from above, You are no longer given! Yonder not for you have nothing, Hide and I will not seek, All fancy with your ears, Be frightened until you are old. So you ask who I am. I am a power among time, Fully worked to contradict, Ask me to please yourself. I am false, even, fancy, A half-awakened hollowed home, Although a great grandchild, I am your flower’s great Devil.