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Ursula Bethell

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Summer has won at last.
Thin lines of snow recede on the high ridges;
The plains are spread out brown under a blue haze;
My pinched zinnias rejoice with the marigolds and verbenas,
They burst out into the colours of a rich eastern carpet;
And Michael sleeps deeply under pinus insignis in cool shade.


From a Garden in the Antipodes (Sidgwick & Jackson, 1929)


Last updated 9 April, 2005