BLOOMS BRIGHT

"I wake with the flowers that will
watch out the night;
Yellow and white
In the midsummer twilight over the land
For the dawn at hand.


You shall find me early and leave me late
I can always wait,
As sure as the summer and sun will disclose
The heart of the rose,












With the brooding passion of poet or bird
Till life be stirred
In the formless thought, in the eggs of blue,
And love in you.

Oh, the sky delight of the rosebuds' red!
Oh! the word unsaid!"

from The Nature Notes of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden