The Spike or Victoria College Review 1940
In a Florist's at Dawn
In a Florist's at Dawn
Moon-Echoing streets
washed in blue-cold light
by a moon that is over-bold.
In a florist's window,
enchanted flowers from another world,
flowers that are music
in the moonlight cold . . .
proud lilies tall,
cruel belladonnas deeply rose,
and softly-mauve thalicthrum mists
faint-starred with gold
around the shimmering witch-bowls
shot with rainbow hues,
where water-lilies cool,
of ivory and rose
and white most virginal,
half-float in moonlit dew . . .
enchanted flowers in a shon-grey street.
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