And over these wheels, is where I reside in the winter.
I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch, and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Goldfinch, goldfinch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wistarea sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!" Louise Driscoll
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