Friday, April 08, 2005

Sanguinaria Canadensis Bloodroot

Buy my English posies!
  You that scorn the May,
Won't you greet a friend from home
  Half the world away?
  Green against the draggled drift,
Faint and frail and first --
  Buy my Northern blood-root
  And I'll know where you were nursed:
Robin down the logging-road whistles, "Come to me!"
Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free;
All the winds of Canada call the ploughing-rain.
Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again!

~Rudyard Kipling

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