WALLFLOWERS i’ my border!
At t’ hour when blackies sing
Their sweetest sangs, what is ther
Nor ye mair comfortin’?
Menseful ye are an’ restful
Aboon all other flowers:
I knaw I wadn’t change ye
Fur furrin lily-bowers.
Wallflowers i’ my border!
No matter if t’ day’s lang
An’ full o’ carkin’ worry
Or I’ve been varra thrang,
If I can sit at gloamin’
An’ do my knitting, wheer
Your bonnie heads can greet me,
Sae velvety an’ rare.
Roond my cottage winders
T’ grand smell o’ ye lingers;
It is soothin’ just to touch
Your petals wi’ my fingers.
Folk ‘at’s tired gits churlish
An’ starts t’ owd World’s disorders—
Ther’d be less quarrels if they grew
Wallflowers i’ their borders.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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