I learned this poem as a high school freshman. I hope someone remembers the author so I may locate the entire poem. It begins:
Lavender, lavender that makes your linens sweet,
The hawker brings his basket down the sooty streets,
No luck yet. When (and in what country) were you in high school? That might help narrow it down.
Thanks so much for your reply. I was a freshman in 1963 in Boston, Massachusetts. I remember thinking that the poem could well have been referring to the coming and subsequent rejection of Christ as the Messiah. Thanks for your interest.