Analysis of The Despot

1     The garden mould was damp and chill,
2     Winter had had his brutal will
3     Since over all the year's content
4     His devastating legions went.

5     Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
6     Millions of little growing folk
7     Who thrilled to know the winter done,
8     Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.

9     Not so the elect; reserved, and slow
10   To trust a stranger-sun and grow,
11   They hesitated, cowered and hid
12   Waiting to see what others did.

13   Yet even they, a little, grew,
14   Put out prim leaves to day and dew,
15   And lifted level formal heads
16   In their appointed garden beds.

17   The gardener came: he coldly loved
18   The flowers that lived as he approved,
19   That duly, decorously grew
20   As he, the despot, meant them to.

21   He saw the wildlings flower more brave
22   And bright than any cultured slave;
23   Yet, since he had not set them there,
24   He hated them for being fair.

25   So he uprooted, one by one
26   The free things that had loved the sun,
27   The happy, eager, fruitful seeds
28   That had not known that they were weeds.