The Song of the Phlox Fairy
In shady shrubby places,
Right early in the year,
I lift my flowers' faces -
O come and find them here!
My stems are thin and straying,
With leaves of glossy sheen,
The bare brown earth arraying,
For they are ever green.
No great renown have I. Yet who
Does not love Periwinkle's blue?
Book: Flower Fairies of the Garden
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