Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
ButtercupsWilfrid Thorley (18781963)
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Just underneath the mould,
Such wondrous quaint designers
Who live in caves of gold.
And beat them into shreds;
And mould them into petals,
To make the flowers’ heads.
To tiny seeds like pearls,
And store them up in bowers
For little boys and girls.
Above a forge of gold;
To keep with fairy lanterns,
The world from growing old.