… And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
This is a sleeping hibiscus next to my favourite coffee pot. I like the coffee pot because it shines; it makes terrible, gritty coffee.
The sleeping hibiscus is a beautiful flower that is so named because it looks like it is going to open and never does. It is like a brilliant schoolchild who plays within her or his limits, destined to become a ‘mute inglorious Milton … to Fortune and to Fame unknown.’