Explore "Fantastic Spring" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Wear a lure fantastical, Farthingales of Spring, Till the out-worn city hearts Dance for you and sing.
Lime us with grotesque desires, Warm with green and gold; Apathetic we have grown, Tired and hard and old.
Draw us gently to your truth, Calm our hopes and fears; Till at last the grass blades speak To attentive ears.