Not all flowers have souls,
But roses, for they are memories of lovers,
And lilies, their prayers,
Azaleas; who give themselves to the winds,
And irises, beloved of Pindar,
And the pale onothera,
Incandescent in the twilight,
And many sweet and simple flowers –
Snowdrops and violets,
White and delicately veined –
And all shadowy wind-flowers.
But not tree blossoms,
Which are the breath of Spring,
Nor poppies, splendid and secret,
And sprung from drops of Persian blood,
Nor water-lilies, who have but their dreams,
And float, little worlds of scent and color,
Wrapt in their golden atmosphere.
Florence Taber Holt
(Florence Taber Holt)
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Based on Topics: Soul Poems, Dreams Poems, Flowers Poems, Spring Poems, Prayers Poems, Secrets PoemsBased on Keywords: wind-flowers, pindar, water-lilies, incandescent, holt, snowdrops, irises, azaleas, taber