107. Poem "I tend my flowers for thee"

I tend my flowers for thee -

Bright Absentee!

My Fuschzia's Coral Seams

Rip - while the Sower - dreams -


Geraniums - tint - and spot -

Low Daisies - dot -

My Cactus - splits her Beard

To show her throat -


Carnations - tip their spice -

And Bees - pick up -

A Hyacinth - I hid -

Puts out a Ruffled Head -

And odors fall

From flasks - so small -

You marvel how they held -


Globe Roses - break their satin flake -

Opon my Garden floor -

Yet - though -   not there -

I had as lief they bore

No crimson - more -


Thy flower - be gay -

Her Lord - away!

It ill becometh me -

I'll dwell in Calyx - Gray -

How modestly - alway -

Thy Daisy -

Draped for thee!


(F367)

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