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
Dew-besprent.
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
- I Found An Orchid In The Valley Fair,
- Dearest, Dearest
- O Great Golden Head Lie In My Lap'
- I Thought I Heard Something Move In The House
- I Was Sad