By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 02, 2013 Field of Hyacinths By Eva Willes Wangsgaard Here lies a field of starry hyacinthsAs deeply blue as any mountain lakeThat gathers blueness from its labyrinthsTo spread before the sun for beauty’s sake.Oh, there are mirrored stars where skies have spilledTheir uncut gems down midnight’s purple way,And stars on water where the sun has filledThe lake’s blue bowl upon a windless day!But never ...
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