• A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
  • A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
  • A flower forever with charms to hold
  • His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.
  • Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
  • A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
  • Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
  • Like this blue flower of the radiant South?
  • Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
  • A challenge-glory or glow serene,
  • And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
  • A turquoise lighting a ground of green.
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