Catching a little wind's unrest,
The dandelion-crests dissolve,
Where swooping wings of air involve
And lift them to a scattered quest.
Snared in the tangled zephyr-coil,
They try the day to hidden ends-
The messengers that Beauty sends
With words of waking to the soil.
The Messengers
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: beauty, wind, hidden, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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