SURELY the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!
The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.
The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.
The lily, white as a star apart,
Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart.
The daisies that dance and twinkle so
Were the laughter of children in long ago.
The sweetness of all true friendship yet
Lives in the breath of the mignonette.
To the white narcissus there must belong
The very delight of a maiden's song.
And the rose, all flowers of the earth above,
Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love.
Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs
Must be the souls of beautiful things.
~Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)~
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That is such a beautiful poem from one of my favorite authors/poets! Thank you for posting it today. And thank you for the information on my little "faerie" girl's talent! She in fact found even more four-leaf clovers than what I have in the photo... the others had started to curl or had been nibbled on by bugs. I just photographed the prettiest of the bunch. =)
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