OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



smile; not wearing a driven, panting 

 and hunted look, but peaceful, calm, 

 restful, plentiful, careless and at home. 

 And, even as in former times, in the 

 coaching-days, from the top of the 

 stone wall that surrounds the house, 

 through the rails of the white fence, or 

 from the sill of the windows enlivened 

 by a caged bird, on the motionless road 

 where none passes, save the eternal 

 forces of life, they see spring come and 

 autumn, the rain and the sun, the but- 

 terflies and the bees, the silence and the 

 night followed by the light of the moon . 



