Courtship



The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882),
The Rhodora
On Being Asked, Whence is The Flower?







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