Poems (Linn)/Sweet Peas

by Edith 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.