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Thy subtle charm is strangely given,O white anemone!
— Elaine Goodale Eastman
Thy subtle charm is strangely given,O white anemone!
The starry, fragile windflower, Shyly droops her lovely face.
Pure and perfect, sweet arbutusTwines her rosy-tinted wreath.
Skirting the rocks at the forest edgeA health to the crimson columbine!
Nature lies disheveled, pale, Goldenrod!
Death in the wood,—She gave us a soulless flower!
The seal and guerdon of wealth untoldWe clasp in the wild marsh marigold.
With careless joy we thread the woodland waysThe Indian's moccasin!
