Flowers have uncountable ways of pretending to be
Not solid, but moonlight or sunlight or starlight with scent.
Primroses strive for the colour of sunshine on lawns
Freesias are flames wherein light more than heat is desired,
As candles on altars burn amethyst, golden and white.
Wall-flowers are sun streaked with shade. Periwinkles blue noon
At the height.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
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- Dearest, Dearest
- O Great Golden Head Lie In My Lap'
- I Thought I Heard Something Move In The House
- I Was Sad