PINK RAPTURE. Seeds only 1939. 
WHEN 
DELPHINIUMS 
BLOOM 
If you have seen a gar¬ 
den of Delphiniums in full 
flower, ranging from the 
hue of a starless twilight 
to that of cloudless sum¬ 
mer noon, you will know 
that gardeners could not 
think wholly of profit and 
grow Delphiniums. 
It is simple enough to 
lose one's heart to any 
flower. The loveliness of 
it grows in the loam of 
one's heart and blooms 
there until the season of 
that flower is anticipated 
and a hunger comes for 
the witnessing of it. And 
the flower stalk rises 
from amid the foliage, 
and buds appear, and 
eagerness hovers the 
miracle. It will be soon, 
now. It is in this wise that 
gardeners watch the Del¬ 
phinium, and more ob¬ 
servantly than any other 
of the garden's guests. 
There are tints past 
dreaming, as must ever 
be the case when the 
creative artistry vies with 
the fancy of mortals. To 
walk among them is to 
feel that providence is 
not unmindful of beauty, 
that it takes thought of 
the nurture of the spirit, 
and that the Delphiniums 
hold speech with you. 
Ben Hur Lampman, the 
Oregon poet. 
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