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Hilda Conkling

Sun Flowers

Sun-flowers, stop growing!

If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing

Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,

The sky will put you out!

You know it is blue like the sea . . .

Maybe it is wet, too!

Your gold faces will be gone forever

If you brush against that blue

Ever so softly!