Poems (Storrie)/A December Posy

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

A December Posy.

The days are long and gracious,
 Gold-washed from dawn to dusk,
The crinum's galaxy of stars
 Has burst its emerald husk.

I send you for a token
 A sheaf of Christmas bells.
A word I have not spoken
 Deep in their petals dwells.

But, lest you should misread it,
 Or it should plead in vain,
I've whispered to a flannel-flower
 What she will tell again.

For certain to the Christmas bush,
 Whose rosy blush will be
An exquisite ambassador
 To plead my cause for me.

And if your heart endorses
 The message of my flowers.
The past may keep its treasures
 For the future will be ours.