The Flower’s Name
But I do not mean to be
More than I am: I will not try
To breed a name of shame for me
While on its leaves the hues outcry
In soft submission—who am I?

A flower without a name,
It must be fame’s vanity—
A patch of beauty’s broken tame,
Where all is spent—where I must plea
And fade away inevitably.

• Robert Browning