Treasure Island

William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

Flora


am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.

And while Earth's little ones are fain
And play about the Mother's hem,
I scatter every gift I gain
From sun and wind to gladden them.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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