The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

SISTER TO THE WILD ROSE


 

I KNOW a maiden like a flower,
     (Flower-sweet, dainty sweet!)
Sister to the wild rose
     And the wild marguerite.

Petal-soft are the lips of her,

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     (Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)
And blue her eyes as the misty blue
     Where the dew and the blue-bells meet.

Light her hands as the cherry blossom,
     (Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)

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And never so light the wind on the grass
     As the lightness of her feet.