Explore "To some Dahlias" by Ruth Collie on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I have seen Beauty time again; in clouds by day, in stars by night, / in trees refreshed by gentle rain, in sunbeams dancing with delight. / But you, gay Dahlias, I love best. I count each one a precious / friend. You seem to live with such a zest. And oh! your colours, / how they blend! White, pink, and red, and saffron, too, and vibrant / hues that glow like flames. Each day I pass, I nod to you. I can't / remember all your names! One day (now this should make you proud) I / saw a girl, too young for grief, walk down the path with head / low-bowed; she's like, thought I, a wind-tossed leaf. Then suddenly / you flashed a smile. I watched her stop and stand so still and gaze / at you for quite a while, and of your Beauty drink her fill. I think / the girl, that very night, discovered Life was not so grey -- for in / her room were Dahlias bright that memory had brought away!