The last scant petal falls
From the slender flower of sound.
The echoes strew the halls
Like fragrance, curled to slight
Echoes of echoes dwindling,
Thinned to silence…still
On fertile air the spindling
Flower unfolds delight…
From: https://www.poetryexplorer.net/poem.php?id=10141317
Date: 1940
By: Maude Irene Haire Wilde (1884-1964)
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