Birthday Wishes

In Guernsey and the Scilly Isles,
and all along the Pyrenees,
the blessed earth is rich for miles
with what will be anemones.

In time my unforgotten friend
(if all should chance as I foresee)
will spend a franc or two, and send
the very flower that pleases me.

A happy man will cut the string;
and shape the vision of surprise;
he'll fetch his breath as if to sing;
and hold the rapture of his eyes

He'll reach and fill the Gallé glass
to make the travelled flowers revive,
no flower in beauty can surpass,
if any other thing alive.

So, all disposed with simple art,
he'll stand the beaker on a dish;
and wish himself with all his heart
the customary birthday wish.
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