Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

Alfred Tennyson
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Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed, up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. The seed was the idea for this poem and the flowers were the words. If we plant an idea and it doesn’t come to fruition we can still enjoy the beauty of what we created.

Source: The Complete Works Of Alfred Tennyson

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