4649450Poems — Sweet PeasEdith Willis Linn

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.