Surely the flowers of a hundred springs <br />Are simply the souls of beautiful things! <br /> <br />The poppies aflame with gold and red <br />Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled. <br /> <br />The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled <br />Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world. <br /> <br />The lily, white as a star apart, <br />Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart. <br /> <br />The daisies that dance and twinkle so <br />Were the laughter of children in long ago. <br /> <br />The sweetness of all true friendship yet <br />Lives in the breath of the mignonette. <br /> <br />To the white narcissus there must belong <br />The very delight of a maiden's song. <br /> <br />And the rose, all flowers of the earth above, <br />Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love. <br /> <br />Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs <br />Must be the souls of beautiful things.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fancies/
