You filled a bowl with Queen Anne's Lace, And touched it deftly here and there. A thing of long-remembered grace It stood, for all the world to share. You gathered wayside blooms that seemed To us quite commonplace, And soon a living, glowing prayer Was fashioned for His Altar Place. I who sought with futile words To capture summer moods and hours, Marvelled at your skillful hands -- Making poems with flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS |