The Inn of Dreams/Blue Flowers

by Olive Custance

For other versions of this work, see Blue Flowers (Custance).

Blue Flowers

I go to gather in the woods for youThe wild flowers that are blue . . .Petals to match the colour of your eyes!

None but blue blossoms will I take, yet seeHow sweetly tempting meThe fruit trees swing their scented treasuries.

And how the buttercups and daisies danceTo meet my dazzled glance!But gold and silver, Sweet, are naught to you.

And so let others rob God's gardens. . . shakeThe stars down for your sake—I bring you but the wild flowers that are blue!