iris

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Then in the valley, where the brook went by,

Silvering the ledges that it rippled from,

An isolated slip of fallen sky,

Epitomizing heaven in its sum,—

An iris bloomed—blue, as if, flower-disguised,

The gaze of Spring had there materialized.

 

 

From Madison Julius Cawein, The Wild Iris

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