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ANEMONES

The flower I once in fancy praised
is yet my peerless friend,
in loveliness aware, effaced,
until its glories end.
Throughout the winter and the spring
of all the years I know
along that stream meandering
these gleaming jewels flow.
Three colours in the petals swim
and freely interchange,
or leaping bright, or sunk and dim,
a long chromatic range.
In whorls unbroken, collarwise
disposed, the sepals seem
to bar the wintry green which tries
to crawl along the stem.
The anther tassels, roughly known,
are never quite explored;
so rich and of so deep a tone
their colour secrets stored.