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A Twilight Moth Ii

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All day the primroses have thought of thee,
Their golden heads close-haremed from the heat;
All day the mystic moonflowers silkenly
Veiled snowy faces, that no bee might greet
Or butterfly that, weighed with pollen, passed;
Keeping Sultana-charms for thee, at last,
Their lord, who comest to salute each sweet.

Cool-throated flowers that avoid the day's
Too fervid kisses; every bud that drinks

The tipsy dew and to the starlight plays
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* Sunprincess * 22 January 2016

......a sweet garden of extravagance. sweet garden of luxury where i long to lay my head and sleep peacefully ?

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Susan Williams 27 October 2015

I get the feeling that he knew flowers and knew them well!

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