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Cicely Mary Barker

The Rose-Bay Willow-Herb Fairy

 

On the breeze my fluff is blown;
So my airy seeds are sown.
Where the earth is burnt and sad,
I will come to make it glad.
All forlorn and ruined places,
All neglected empty spaces,
I can cover-only think!-
With a mass of rosy pink.
Burst then, seed-pods; breezes, blow!
Far and wide my seeds shall go!

 

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