OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



IV 



BUT here, innumerous, disordered, 

 many-coloured, tumultuous, drunk with 

 dawns and noons, come the luminous 

 dances of the daughters of Summer! 

 Little girls with white veils and old 

 maids in violet ribbons, school-girls 

 home for the holidays, first-communi- 

 cants, pale nuns, dishevelled romps, 

 gossips and prudes. Here is the Mari- 

 gold, who breaks up with her bright- 

 ness the green of the borders. Here is 

 the Camomile, like a nosegay of snow, 

 beside her unwearying brothers, the 

 Garden Chrysanthemums, whom we 

 must not confuse with the Japanese 

 Chrysanthemums of autumn. The An- 

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