If hope grew on a bush,
And joy grew on a tree,
What a nosegay for the plucking
There would be!
But oh! in windy autumn,
When frail flowers wither,
What should we do for hope and joy,
Fading together?
Christina Georgina Rossetti
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-hope-grew-on-a-bush/
