Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

The speaker recalls a rare, luminous moment (“a golden hour”) when they offered something small but vital—a “seed” that later grew into a “flower.” The sting comes in the social reclassification of that flower as a “weed,” suggesting how originality, tenderness, or unconventional beauty can be dismissed by prevailing taste or moral judgment. The lines dramatize the gap between private intention and public reception: what is nurtured as meaningful by its creator may be treated as nuisance by others. The quote is often read as a compact parable of artistic creation, misunderstood generosity, or the loneliness of nonconformity.