The Lover Sings Of A Garden Poem by Helen Hoyt

The Lover Sings Of A Garden



Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden,
The flowers of your garden are fair:
Blue flowers of your eyes
And dusk flower of your hair;
Dew flower of your mouth
And peony-budded breasts,
And the flower of the curve of your hand
Where my hand rests.

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Helen Hoyt

Helen Hoyt

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