Saturday, July 21, 2012

One White Flower Lay

"Three white flowers together grew,
Where the rough winds never blow,
In a pleasant place,
Hedged about with tender care,
Pure as snow and very fair,
With a gentle grace.
Three white flowers bent each to each,
Whispering low in airy speech,
Telling of their dreams,
Made of moonlight and of dew,
Woven of the bending blue
And the warm sunbeams."

J.D.H. Browne - Three White Flowers

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