I broke one day a slender stem,
    Thick-set with little golden horns,
Half bud, half blossom, and a gem—
    Such as one finds in autumn morns
When all the grass with dew is strung—
On every fairy bugle hung.

Careless, I dropped it, in a place
    Where no light shone, and so forgot
Its delicate, dewy, flowering grace,...