And still the flower we call Bleeding-Heart
blooms on by cottage walls and castle gardens,
to waken all the world to grateful memories.
And ever it doth bring to mind
the lonely hearts that bleed
because they are forgotten,
and all they sacrificed
for love's sweet sake,
to give us happiness.
Annie Fellows Johnston
The Legend of the Bleeding Heart
(read the entire legend by clicking on the above link)
P.S. Lane says I should have named this post 'Pink Elephant Bums'
1 comment:
i like this post. i had never heard that poem, but i like it. i'm glad you didn't name it pink elephant bums. haha.
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