WILD GARDENS.
On the ripened grass is a bloomy mist Of silver and rose and amethyst Where the long June wave has run. There are glints of copper and tarnished brass, And hyacinthine flames that pass From the green fires of the sun. This web of a thousand gleams and glows Was woven patiently out of the snows And the patient shine and rain. It was fashioned cunningly day by day From the silken spear to the pollened spray With its folded sheaths of grain. Oh, garden of grasses deep and wild, 'So dear to the vagrant and the child And the singer of an hour. To the wayworn soul you give your balm, Your cup of peace, your stringed psalm. Your grace of bud and flower. —Ada Foster Murray, in “Flowers of the Grass."
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18941, 11 December 1929, Page 3
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135WILD GARDENS. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18941, 11 December 1929, Page 3
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