Percival Lowell Amy Lowell:Fringed Gentians

Amy Lowell:Fringed Gentians  

Near where I live there is a lake
As blue as blue can be
winds make
It dance as they go blowing by.
I think it curtseys to the sky.
It's just a lake of lovely flowers
And my Mamma says they are ours;
But they are not like those we grow
To be our very own
you know.
We have a splendid garden
there
Are lots of flowers everywhere;
Roses
and pinks
and four o'clocks
And hollyhocks
and evening stocks.
Mamma lets us pick them
but never
Must we pick any gentians -- ever!
For if we carried them away
They'd die of homesickness that day.