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DreamySarah A. Heinzerling

To a White Violet

Little white flower, what did you do With your share of blue? Was it washed out last night as you slept Where dew fairies wept? What has gone with the fragrance one gets From blue violets? Was it all stolen by the wild breeze That roams through the trees? How did you keep from robbers so bold The bright speck of gold, Shining down where your white petals part, Disclosing your heart?
AngrySarah A. Heinzerling

A Nature Lover's Appeal

In April dogwood stars went out In many a woodland glade; The redbud’s flame Was quenched in shame, By wanton vandals’ raid. Now, rhododendron, lordly—proud, And laurel, dainty—gay, Must meet the doom Of plants that bloom Along the state highway. O, you who love the green that lives, The flowers that come and go; Arise and save These gifts God gave From those who use them so.
RomanticSarah A. Heinzerling

The Messenger

O rose, bright rose with the heart of gold, I’ve watched your beautiful bloom unfold, From an emerald bud on a slender brier To a royal blossom flamed with fire; And of all the flowers that I have seen, O rich, red rose, you are the queen; O wonderful rose, you are the queen. O glorious rose, your fragrance rare, Is wasted here on the wanton air,— Your brilliant color and perfect form Will fade and wither from sun and storm, And none will know or care I ween The cruel fate of the garden queen; The sad, sad fate of the garden queen. There’s a nobler end for one so grand, I'll pluck you, rose, with a tender hand;
CheerfulSarah A. Heinzerling

Flowing Water

Flows the brook with cadence mellow, Warbling like some gallant fellow, Tender love songs as it passes Through the tangled reeds and grasses; Stealing kisses, brief, delicious, From the lilies, fair, capricious; Bringing blushes to their faces With bold, amorous embraces. Wooing dainty wildwood flowers Leaning from secluded bowers, With the music, soft and thrilling, Of swift waters gaily trilling; Reaching higher notes, and sweeter, Where the downward flow is fleeter; Always joyful—always dancing, Crooning melody entrancing.
CheerfulSarah A. Heinzerling

Marvels of Spring

All along the woodland’s edge Runs a star be-spangled hedge, Where the dogwood blossoms scatter Snowy flakes among the sedge, And about it waves a line In a marvelous design, Of azaleas, gayly flaunting Feathered crowns of rose and wine. Down below that hedge, serene In their bowers safe and green, Violets, perhaps, were peeping At the wonders to be seen, When the swelling buds uncurled, And the sprites of spring unfurled, Dainty fabrics for the garments Of a naked, wintry world.
CheerfulSarah A. Heinzerling

Rondelet

When roses bloom My senses throb with keen delight; When roses bloom Their beauty soon dispels the gloom Of cares that worry and affright; On wings of joy my soul takes flight, When roses bloom.
ContemplativeSarah A. Heinzerling

Cinquain

Lilies Are swaying chalices Of glistening alabaster, From which both men and bees sip Nectar.

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