DELPHINIUM 



[ray, who stands so straight and tall? 

 'Tis you, Delphinium! 



A perfect foil for my garden wall, 



Your graceful spires of Heaven's blue — 

 They only could belong to you. 



Your wind swayed bells in chorus chime 

 A summons to the bees to dine. 

 The bees, the garden epicures. 

 Acclaim the sweetness of your lures, 

 Delphinium ! 



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