Dahlias
The mad wind is the warden, And the smiling dahlias nod To the dahlias across the garden, And the wastes of the golden rod. They never pray for pardon, Nor ask his way nor forego, Nor close their hearts nor harden Nor stay his hand, nor bestow Their hearts filched out of their bosoms, Nor plan for dahlias to be. For the wind blows over the garden And sets the dahlias free. They drift to the song of the warden, Heedless they give him heed. And he walks and blows through the garden Blossom and leaf and seed.
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"The mad wind is the warden,..."
This evocative piece by Edgar Lee Masters, titled "Dahlias", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...