I Plucked Your Flower, O World

I Plucked Your Flower, O World!
I Pressed It To My Heart And The
Thorn Pricked.
When The Day Waned And It
Darkened, I Found That The Flower Had
Faded, But The Pain Remained.
More Flowers Will Come To You With
Perfume And Pride, O World!
But My Time For Flower-gathering
Is Over, And Through The Dark Night
I Have Not My Rose, Only The Pain
Remains.