Roman Anemones Poem by Mathilde Blind

Roman Anemones

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THE maiden meadows softly blush
Beneath the enamoured breeze,
And break into one purple flush
Of frail anemones.

Violet and rose and vermeil white,
Woven of sun and showers,
They seem to be embodied light
Transfigured into flowers.

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