Wildflower
Her lips blown open by the wind Let sunlight in; and on her clicek Brown, with the bloomy red beneath, Sunlight was like a soft gold bee. Deeply beneath the honeyed rush ® Of wind through grasses did she sleep; And the slow thrumming of the bees Hung on the warm air, dallying With summer's deep fertility— With summer's ripeness that was she. . . 7 hus Was she Wooed by God, and left A small brown flower among the grass. —Helen C. Wheeler.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23773, 28 September 1940, Page 6 (Supplement)
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82Wildflower New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23773, 28 September 1940, Page 6 (Supplement)
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