In comparing the poetry of Elizabeth Daryush to that of her contemporaries, John Matthias once offered this analogy: "Elizabeth Daryush appears rather ..
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Here the scanted daisy glows Glorious as the carmined rose; Here the hill-top's verdure mean Fair is with unfading green; Here, where sorrow still must tread, All her graves are garlanded.
And still, O glad passer-by Of the fields of agony, Lower laughter's voice, and bare Thy head in the valley where Poppies bright and rustling wheat Are a desert to love's feet.
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Flanders Fields by Elizabeth Daryush