OTHER WATER BORDERS 



wings. Single flowers are too thin and 

 sketchy of outline to affect the imagination, 

 but the full fields have the misty blue of 

 mirage waters rolled across desert sand, 

 and quicken the senses to the anticipation 

 of things ethereal. A very poet's flower, I 

 thought; not fit for gathering up, and 

 proving a nuisance in the pastures, there- 

 fore needing to be the more loved. And 

 one day I caught Winnenap' drawing out 

 from mid leaf a fine strong fibre for making 

 snares. The borders of the iris fields are 

 pure gold, nearly sessile buttercups and a 

 creeping-stemmed composite of a redder 

 hue. I am convinced that English-speak- 

 ing children will always have buttercups. 

 If they do not light upon the original com- 

 panion of little frogs they will take the next 

 best and cherish it accordingly. I find five 

 unrelated species loved by that name, and 

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