‘The Mystic Rose’ by Elsa Barker– I, woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King. In all the world there is no lovelier thing, And the learned stars no secret can disclose Deeper than mine—that almost no one knows. The perfume of my petals in the spring Is inspiration to all bards that sing Of...
thatkindofwoman: The Morning Benders. Always so enchanting.