If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Elegy In April and September
by Wilfred Owen
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.
Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,-
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.
Look, brook! O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will stray among these fields for him.
Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.
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Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose...
Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn...
Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood..
Hoe and Broom
by T. A. Fry
Hoe and broom, broom and hoe
work together fast and slow
Bow then curtsy, heal and toe
Hoe and broom, broom and hoe
Tine and spade, spade and tine
Darling, Darling, live our rhyme
Let's be each other's Valentine
Tine and spade, spade and tine
Rake and saw, saw and rake
Here's my heart for you to take
Make a date, shake or bake
Rake and saw, saw and rake
Broom and hoe, hoe and broom
Skooch on over, make some room
Promise me you'll sing a tune
Broom and hoe, hoe and broom
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