The Aloe
Read 'The Aloe' by 'Adela Florence Cory Nicolson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
My life was like an Aloe flower, beneath an orient sky,
Your sunshine touched it for an hour; it blossomed but to die.
Torn up, cast out, on rubbish heaps where red flames work their will
Each atom of the Aloe keeps the flower-time fragrance still.
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