ENGLISH FLOWERS IN A FOREIGN GARDEN

ENGLISH FLOWERS IN A FOREIGN GARDEN

ENGLISH FLOWERS IN A FOREIGN GARDEN

Snapdragon, sunflower, sweet-pea,Flowers which fill the heart of meWith so sweet and bitter fancy:Glowing rose and pensive pansy,You that pierce me with a bladeBeat from molten memory,With what art, how tenderly,You heal the wounds that you have made!Thrushes, finches, birds that beatMagical and thrilling sweetLittle far-off fairy gongs:Blackbird with your mellow songs,Valiant robin, thieving sparrows,Though you wound me as with arrows,Still with you among these flowersSurely I find my sweetest hours.

Snapdragon, sunflower, sweet-pea,Flowers which fill the heart of meWith so sweet and bitter fancy:Glowing rose and pensive pansy,You that pierce me with a bladeBeat from molten memory,With what art, how tenderly,You heal the wounds that you have made!Thrushes, finches, birds that beatMagical and thrilling sweetLittle far-off fairy gongs:Blackbird with your mellow songs,Valiant robin, thieving sparrows,Though you wound me as with arrows,Still with you among these flowersSurely I find my sweetest hours.

Snapdragon, sunflower, sweet-pea,Flowers which fill the heart of meWith so sweet and bitter fancy:Glowing rose and pensive pansy,You that pierce me with a bladeBeat from molten memory,With what art, how tenderly,You heal the wounds that you have made!

Snapdragon, sunflower, sweet-pea,

Flowers which fill the heart of me

With so sweet and bitter fancy:

Glowing rose and pensive pansy,

You that pierce me with a blade

Beat from molten memory,

With what art, how tenderly,

You heal the wounds that you have made!

Thrushes, finches, birds that beatMagical and thrilling sweetLittle far-off fairy gongs:Blackbird with your mellow songs,Valiant robin, thieving sparrows,Though you wound me as with arrows,Still with you among these flowersSurely I find my sweetest hours.

Thrushes, finches, birds that beat

Magical and thrilling sweet

Little far-off fairy gongs:

Blackbird with your mellow songs,

Valiant robin, thieving sparrows,

Though you wound me as with arrows,

Still with you among these flowers

Surely I find my sweetest hours.


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