Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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VIII. THE CELANDINE.
Bright celandine, a Poet's eye
Has glorified your destiny,
Making your yellow petals shine
With a new lustre half-divine,
Caught from his smile and notice high.
Has glorified your destiny,
Making your yellow petals shine
With a new lustre half-divine,
Caught from his smile and notice high.
The earliest bees that murmur by
Pause as your chalice they espy,
And linger o'er the nectar fine,
Bright celandine.
Pause as your chalice they espy,
And linger o'er the nectar fine,
Bright celandine.
To me you are a blessed sign,
That cheers my spirit more than wine,
Of golden sunshine, and clear sky,
And hosts of flowers that muster nigh—
Captain of all the jocund line,
Bright celandine.
That cheers my spirit more than wine,
Of golden sunshine, and clear sky,
And hosts of flowers that muster nigh—
Captain of all the jocund line,
Bright celandine.
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