A CITY FLOWER "Il y a des fleurs animées,” -POLITE COLLOQUIALISM To and fro in the City I go, Tired of the ceaseless ebb and flow, Tired of the din and rattle of wheels, The dust is over his heart. And again and again, as the sunlight wanes, And when about Rimmel's the perfumes play, And I love how I love-the plants that fill But a flower that charms me more, I think, Hazel eyes that wickedly peep, Ripple of hair that rioteth out, On the bloom-bent bough, and the bough is stirred And the butterfly wakes to a wiry life, And all the bonnets nid-noddle about, How can I otherwise choose than look So I feel somehow that every day |