Here you will find the Poem To A Blue Flower of poet John Shaw Neilson
I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king; But I can talk plainly to you, you little blue flower of the Spring! Here in the heart of September the world that I walk in is full Of the hot happy sound of the shearing, the rude heavy scent of the wool. Soon would I tire of all riches or honours or power that they fling; But you are my own, of my own folk, you little blue flower of the Spring! I was around by the cherries to-day; all the cherries are pale: The world is a woman in velvet: the air is the colour of ale. I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king; But I can give love-talk to you, you little blue flower of the Spring!
