A Porty Folio

By rtbutt

Hyacinth

And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue,
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense,
It was felt like an odour within the sense.
        Percy Shelley—The Sensitive Plant.

Continuing my moderate obsession with flowers.

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