The Youngness of a Tulip.
The dew upon a tulip bud
Has roused the summer day.
It grows outward the tainted mud,
To see the silent bay.
A paper yellow, auburn red
A pink, a carmine rose.
The hundred million colors bred
With tulip lips of those.
Of whose unwithered mossy sight
The passing breeze has seen.
The rosy petals when kissed by light
How graceful it has been.
A heart, a love and reasoned tears
Is all a mourning needs.
A thousand eyes and eternal years
To watch the tulip beads.
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