THE DAY FLOWER 



Good-morning, Day Flower, with tresses of blue, 

 Offspring of the sun and the sky are you ; 

 Your bright blue blossoms beam on me in bliss, 

 For the love-lips of morning have left you a kiss. 



The dawn-breath of June has breathed over you, 

 And the fountains of summer have splashed you with 



dew; 



You glint from the grasses when I pass along, 

 And your music of beauty slips into my song. 



The shadows of night have silently crept 

 Away from green beds of the grass where you slept, 

 But the whispers of morning, so fragrant and sweet, 

 Have awakened your beautiful bloom at my feet. 



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