THE maiden meadows softly blush <br />Beneath the enamoured breeze, <br />And break into one purple flush <br />Of frail anemones. <br /> <br />Violet and rose and vermeil white, <br />Woven of sun and showers, <br />They seem to be embodied light <br />Transfigured into flowers.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roman-anemones/
