Identifier: cu31924067841605 (find matches)
Title: Flowers from sunlight and shade
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Skelding, Susie Barstow
Subjects: Flowers in literature
Publisher: New York, White, Stokes & Allen
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ORY. Earths awake, neath the laughing skies,After the dewy and dreamy night,— Riot of roses and babel of birds,All the world in a whirl of delight. Roses smile in their white content,Roses blush in their crimson bliss. As the vagrant breezes wooing themRuffle their petals with careless kiss. Yellow butterflies flutter and float, Jewelled humming-birds glitter and glow. And, scorning the ways of such idle things.Bees flit busily to and fro. The mocking-bird swells his anxious throat, Trying to be ten birds in one.And the swallow twitters, and dives, and darts. Into the azure to find the sun. MORNING GLORY. But robin red-breast builds his houseSinging a song of the joy to come, And the oriole trims his golden vest,Glad to be back in his last years home. Lilies that sway on their slender stalks,Morning-glories that nod to the breeze, Bloom of blossoms, and joy of birds,—What in the world is better than these ? —Louise Chandler Moulton. DAISIES, BUTTERCUPS, AND BACH-ELORS BUTTONS. a
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THE SIGN OF THE DAISY. All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell.She said : The daisy but deceives ; There is no virtue in its spell. He loves me not, he loves me well, One story no two daisies tell.Ah, foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisys mocking spell! But summer departed, and came again. The daisies whitened every hill;Her heart had lost its last years pain, Her heart of love had had its fill. And held loves secrets at its will. The daisies stood untouched and still,No message in that snowy rain To one whose heart had had its fill! THE SIGN OF THE DAISY. So never the daisys sweet sign deceives,Though no two will one story tell; The glad heart sees the daisy leaves,But thinks not of their hidden spell,Heeds not which lingered and which fell. He loves me ; yes, he loves me well. Ah, happy heart which sees, believes!This is the daisys secret spell! -H. H. LOVES RESUME. The Sun, the Rose, the Lily, the Dove,—I loved them all, in m

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