Poems (Linn)/Sweet Peas
POEMS.
SWEET PEAS.
ROSE of the sunset sky, Caught from its glowing;Pink that the fair sea-shell's Edges are showing;
Blue of the summer sky, Where clouds are lying;Purple of spreading seas, Where ships are flying;
Red of the robin's breast, When spring is calling;White of the crystal snow In winter falling;
All these and more are yours, Beautiful flowers,Tints of the rainbow gay, Stolen from showers.
Sweets of a hundred blooms, Gay bees have wrought you;Perfume of southern lands, Breezes have brought you.
Shaped like a butterfly, Light as a fairy,Poised on a slender stem, Graceful and airy;
Ah! you have made your own, All that is rarest,And of all flowers that bloom, Yours are the fairest.