“FLOWERS”
The flower of tliy lips, Beloved, Is crimson as the may, And velvet soft as the butterfly’s wings. Which flutter from spray to spray. The flower of thine eyes. Beloved, Is blue as the summer sky, And sweet as a morning after rain When the hour of dawn is nigh. But the flower of thy Soul, Beloved, Is all that a flower can be. For ’tis pure and white and etainless—’Tis the very self of thee. . —Mar.iorie ADikleiohn.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12022, 27 December 1924, Page 15
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79“FLOWERS” New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12022, 27 December 1924, Page 15
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