The poet said:
"And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust"
What the poet did not know –and I knew neither-
Was that from this dust,
Watered by the Tears of the damned (as Milton said and Milton was wise),
The most precious flower bloomed: a proud Chrysanthemum.