Near where I live there is a lake <br />As blue as blue can be, winds make <br />It dance as they go blowing by. <br />I think it curtseys to the sky. <br /> <br />It's just a lake of lovely flowers <br />And my Mamma says they are ours; <br />But they are not like those we grow <br />To be our very own, you know. <br /> <br />We have a splendid garden, there <br />Are lots of flowers everywhere; <br />Roses, and pinks, and four o'clocks <br />And hollyhocks, and evening stocks. <br /> <br />Mamma lets us pick them, but never <br />Must we pick any gentians -- ever! <br />For if we carried them away <br />They'd die of homesickness that day.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fringed-gentians/
