DYNELEY HUSSEY
Lieut. 13th Battalion, Lancashire Fusiliers
Youth
O LITTLE flower,
That yet dost not disclose
The secrets which thy closed bud scarce knows,
I blow upon thy petals that thine hour
Be hastened, the awakening to thy power.
Short is the time,
O flower, and full of storms;
The summer sky is dark with warlike forms
Of battling rains, and thunder-clouds that climb
Laden with danger up the blue sublime.
The night-born dew
Shall, on thy lip, be wine;
The worship of the wide stars shall be thine;
And the vast, mottled Heaven to thy view
Shall spread its cloak of cloud and changeless blue;
And thou shalt hear
Of birds sweet poetry,
And deep-droned wisdom from the noonday bee;
And gaudy butterflies shall flutter near
To whisper gallant secrets in thine ear.
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