The Invisible Playmate W. V. her Book & In Memory of W. V.: By William Canton |
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NEW VERSION OF AN OLD GAME |
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NEW VERSION OF AN OLD GAME
The storm had left the rain-butt brimming;
A dahlia leaned across the brink;
Its mirrored self, beneath it swimming,
Lit the dark water, gold and pink.
A dahlia leaned across the brink;
Its mirrored self, beneath it swimming,
Lit the dark water, gold and pink.
Oh, rain, far fallen from heights of azure—
Pure rain, from heavens so cold and lone—
Dost thou not feel, and thrill with pleasure
To feel a flower's heart in thine own?
Pure rain, from heavens so cold and lone—
Dost thou not feel, and thrill with pleasure
To feel a flower's heart in thine own?
Enjoy thy beauty, and bestow it,
Fair dahlia, fenced from harm, mishap!
“See, Babs, this flower—and this below it.”
She looked, and screamed in rapture—“Snap!”
Fair dahlia, fenced from harm, mishap!
“See, Babs, this flower—and this below it.”
She looked, and screamed in rapture—“Snap!”
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